Day Two Of Scary Writing In My Head

Maybe one day I'll compile all of these notes to myself and donate it to a library.

There will come a day where the children of our children's children can do nothing but watch as the world they live in drowns in the floodwaters of our time and anything left dry and unsubmerged burns in the noon day sun. And the night will not bring the cool breezes of the sea but rather the mournful sounds of the people who chose not to believe. And those children left to laugh and play and be children will have nothing else to see but the smog-gray sky over the flat expanse of burning water.