Form

The orange flames were enclosing the scene.
Shouts and Roars were rupturing through the domain.
horror was the only logical argument.
She confidently grabbed him tight and looked sadly into his eyes.
paved the way smoothly to the portal and with all her existence pushed the button for the past.
Came again to the sphere of peace and the the easiness of obliviousness.
midst the green valleys of grains and dust came the great cataclysm.
and began the elimination of the humankind and whatever he has had ever created.
as for them, falling desperately for each other again, one of whom not conscious of the sequel SHE was drifting through, the inevitable seemed unstoppable.
She, again, looked sadly in his eyes and paved the way, smoothly to the portal, knowing, against all odds, there’s still definitely lies another chance, the same chance, earlier in time.
She was thinking: goodbyes are never meant to be forever…