Radio_Silence

Lets both wear yellow shirts tomorrow. We wont take pictures. We wont talk to each other. We will just quietly sit in empty rooms, void of light and sound and space and time. In our yellow shirts. And at the end of eternity, we will unravel the shirts, thread by thread, until our fingers grown bloody and weak, for the threads stretch to the ends of the universe. and when we no longer have fingernails, or fingers at all, we will lay down in the rocky river beds of an amazonian river. The warm waters will rush into our noses and ears, clearing the senses we did not have in the first place. We will each grow a third arm, that we will sacrifice to the gods. we will go home. we will sleep. sleep now, reader. close your eyes. dream of thoughts unspoken. thoughts that should never be spoken. thoughts that should not exist. good night. and remember, lets both wear yellow shirts tomorrow.