My frustration bubbles like magma, and I want to let it burn all things in sight. I want to explode like a long-dormant volcano. I want to feel the destruction. I want to be the reason for chaos.

And then I look away, and I remember myself.

I leave the mirror in the ashes, and walk away, happy to say farewell.

I just wanted to say,

Don’t worry.

She won’t do anything yet.

She’s just gathering information.

Don't worry .

It will all

Be o ver

S o o n .

Where

have

all

the

ethereal

goats

gone?

Save

the

ethereal

goats!

Seriously,

I

love

them.

A single glowing magenta flower stands tall on a stone in the middle of a small lake. Waterfalls surround it, and the sunbeams make droplets seem like daytime stars. Over the water-cliffs golden knights on golden dragons appear, determination in their eyes, before the world turns frozen in cold blue.

Slowly, things are turning

Carefully, the world is painted with blackness

Like a premonition, the wind whispers of approaching menace

Just barely, all life feels stuck in time

Can we survive it?

Or will we be victims of the daunting eclipse?

Will you walk with me,

Just for a mile or two?

I can show you the stone shaped like a heart

That makes me think of you

I'll take you by the university

Where someday I might learn

Where the ever-expanding bubble of knowledge

Is what I aim to earn

I can show you the way to the florist's

Whose roses and hibiscuses smell so sweet

Or the cafe down the avenue

Where we may grab a bite to eat

And finally we'll go to the park

And we'll sit by the trees

We can watch the passerby

As we sit calm, content, and at ease