Chill, it was that, no the chill was I, I wasn't able to tell anymore geese days just seems as though nothing made any sense at all. The air was like tar and my nostrils flailed filtering out the constant dust whirling into the air. It burned, probably human remains floating about, rather disgusting to breathe in. I never understood but life consisted of that tait for some odd reason. Hair white body curvy and clothing that seemed like strips of fabric, seemed about right for a person of my caliber. The sky didn't even seem to sparkle the heart of lovers anymore it all seemed like a fairy take that it even existed that feeling , emotions to come to the fact. Why am I babbling, nothing is nothing right and it seem this world just keep licking at that nothing. A name, will always be the meaning of ones existence , that I existed, right? Then why must I walk with he hole of nothing that served the right of who I am but a sleazy symbol...a symbol that gets me no where but into a put of agony.
☯ roamed the dirt roads a dust seem to constipated the rest of the alleys, her hair in a tussle she lugged a large baseball bag onto her back as she sighed. Sounds of cars floating above made her cough the steam circling the dispersing into the air as she pulled down her hate then her skirt as the wind seem to take an interest into it. This was another day, it was muggy and he sand made everything feel like sickening grime to her. ☯ continued her walk, her thick boots sinking somewhat into the sand as she finally made it to pavement, steam circled the small city as she entered the grim setting offset to the desert scenery she was just in. There were different districts that seem to always have different levels of depression to her . It was always the same from her small shack to this sickening city.
Here the city seemed to die and blossom at the same time just like a night flower blooming into the sin, just disgusting. ☯nene there'd a bar where it seem machine smashed with Victorian style amusement was at hand. Steam Punk age was quite the great thing to have where there was steam there was life and she actually lived but that but something had not been right in the paste few days and being here just seemed like another factor of losing a chance to find out who's he was really was, what is my name?