An Endless Series Of Nothings
Day one of an endless series of nothings.
He loved talking on the phone. It was a screenshot that flew abrasively past his mind. He knew the feeling was apart of the person he mused to be; a part of himself he thought he had forgotten. The intimacy radiated from two voices bouncing through and intertwining with one another through sleek hardware, it was his heroic mask; Otherwise known as natures music.
This communication was essentially the glue that twinged his higher self with his childhood nature. However, by the look on his evergreen face, it seems as if he had forgotten who he was. All work and no play makes for an up-tight persona.
Mars was he & he was not on the moon. Mars was a five point start, born apart of a sacred bloodline who helmed control over his ‘frais’ waters. He had just trans-mutated into ‘un humain de la mer,’ and he was not happy.
Nevertheless he still felt love through music, which is why he fled to a remote location to dodge the feverish feeling that was sure to come his way. He had some catching up to do, and needed the time away to battle his new abilities. Mars looked in the mirror, only, he who looked back made him work like a slave working on a pyramid. Mars Amun may be dead but his reflection is ever-present.
“Sky Walker, regarde ce que tu m’a fait faire!”