#can't wait until I get some spiritual little shit in my dms talking to me about peace everlasting because of this.

[neverendingford]

smog over my city

windows closed up

lights turned out

air recycling

oxygen depleting

heartbeat rising

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once a great smog fell over London, and the wind wouldn't carry it away.

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the head of a country held in a bag.

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breathing like normal

poisonous air

activity slowly dying out

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windows open

all you can see is darkness

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bright flashing lights at the edge of your vision that do not truly exist

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heart pounding

beating frantically

it knows what your head does not.

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you are going to die

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but the winds came again and the clouds were carried away.

The city began to breathe again, life returning to its arteries and trafficways.

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Maybe it remembers that quiet time, when the shouting voices began to die out for the first time since it came into being.

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Maybe it thinks about that silence, when the roaring engines and screaming tongues grew finally still.

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Maybe it wishes the smog had stayed