'hope not.

Star strings cut from the sky

Blood red pours

Four men on horses gallop

Through the winding paths.

Hand in loveable hand

People, loved people,

Hold eachother close

Tree-bound kites

Cold tea in the kettle

The dust will settle

Only when we won’t see it.

You wonder if it’ll hurt

When all falls

And no one is left 

To hear the moon’s cries

All you can manage is a laugh.

Hope not.

(severely severely based off of “rural boys watch the apocalypse” by Keaton St. James it lives in head rent free i love it omg <333333)