#untitled seven

[headlesschariot]

7

Shooter internally frowned as he walked through the streets. It was early morning, and not many people were out. It was disappointing. Not many people out meant not many chances for interaction.

And he wanted interaction.

Someone he could attempt to chat with.

Probably, it'd be someone strange who approached him. But that was fine.

[valienterook]

"Untitled Seven"

"Untitled Seven"

  By Valiente Rook

How are we to cope? The world is such a mess. Cities in flames, the air's full of smoke. The noose tightens in the third world and who’s holding the rope? No one seems too bothered, people care less, whilst others are on dope, to high to realise the chaos we in. What can we do? Where can we go? Nowhere is paradise to which we can elope. I'm no saint, I must confess. As soon we clean up our act, I guess there’s still hope.