All That Was Clear Becomes Cloudy
Unwanted, unloved. Uncared for, abandoned.
Where man walks away nature takes over.
The inevitable, gradual process of decay. Detritus accumulates and everything changes, starting its achingly, agonisingly passive journey to somewhere and something else. What once was bright is but a dull, distant memory and all that was clear becomes cloudy. Locks on the doors and stains on the windows before both are just broken and worthless. As memories disintegrate and dust slowly thickens, the world retreats back to its ordinary course and what was becomes lost and forgotten.
And beautiful.
