azurescens

it starts with a calm sky, chirping birds, fluffy clouds and smiling faces.
Knowing alleys better than streets will become rare but necessary knowledge.
pickin' up and collecting parts and pieces of things that are broken to have an impromptu army.
No telling the exact moment... there will be no "shot heard round the world".
it might be silent.
An accumulation of energy too powerful to ignore.
Collecting becomes easier. Everyone might be equal "off the record".
the realization of walking down a "public" roadway with a loaded machine gun balanced on your shoulder and pockets full of ammo.
Invisible lines will start to disappear--for real.

Sirens break the silence.

Sirens you've never heard before.

Sirens you never knew existed.

But at the exact moment the incessant high frequency begins, all other sounds end.
High altitudes will be almost exempt.
You could be one of the lucky ones to make it there, throughh all the madness.
The sound--meant to paralyze.
If you have half an unwashed brain you retain mobility.
People are reunited. Borders disappear.
Street drugs become currency.
Commandeering trains filled with stolen fuel for transportation.
If blood doesn't stain what sidewalk is left, something isn't right.
Landmines line the trail to the squat. Rabid dogs ready to bite... In more ways than one.
Never lose one of your own to the buried explosives.
These are the kids sent to aid in the transformation from life as "they" know it, to life as we have always known it.
365 days will just be scratches on an empty prisons walls.
" NO VISITORS" will be implied. Unwritten, unspoken guidelines to help you with your judgement.
A dead body in the path doesn't even slow a conversation.
Up & over.
Slurring words is consistant.
Maybe writing just to see my own handwriting.
Sitting on the summit of a mountain drinking tea, smoking pot.
My closet will finally open to narnia, only everyone that sucks is gone.