[ WP ] I want you to close your eyes and pretend everything 's alright .

Bobbing blades of grass, passing pollen blown by the lips of a laughing light where a golden lock heavenly fell upon shoulders that would grow as her gown and in time illustrious peace reigned over the meadow. The wind that rippled the clear pond water and the long branches of the primordial willow tree lost in the crater of a once great lake. He leaned on his elbows and looked at his daughter. She lived to be 6 and a half years old. He lived to be 38. His wife, her mother, would have been 30. Dried tears left dead rivers upon his face as a hummingbird twirled her daughter and her eyes green as the grass tried to keep up with the little bird. He ran to her and picked her up and flung her over his shoulder and spun her around until he became dizzy and fell with her head against his chest while he starred at the clearest sky he had ever seen. A small cloud crossed the edge of the crater high in the stratosphere, so small you wouldn ’ t even know it was there until you see it. You see it at last, the dawn of time herald by a thousand suns that eviscerate us. 
 “ I want you to close your eyes and pretend everything is alright. ” 
 Your nihilism is lost in the cloud thin as a thread and your daughter falling silent and she stops fighting you to look up and she closes her eye and her little hands fall over your side. You are my love, you are blessed to be alive in such a time, short, pure, unable to conceive the consequences of the actions by others, how few could kill so many, to reflect on lost rebellions, to have bleed for nothing, to have lost your best friend, your soul mate to hate. 
 Spared are the children and damned as the old, as the rich, as the poor, the black and white we to die in the destiny of the world but there are those who built bunkers, and those that could have, deep underground to hide and wait to die so they might cling to memories of paradise, so they might grow their children to plant new seeds in a toxic wasteland. The missiles crossed the sky like shoelaces. 

