1005.

An ocean of night,
encroaching ever onward
until it swallows.

1004.

With little left but
empty eyes all staring up
at the dark above.

1003.

A landscape of the
unrealized. Love and hope
that blinds itself here.

1002.

Disgruntled hearts set
forever to a dream that
will never be found.

1001.

A perennial
sense of inner disfavor.
No one happy here.

1000.

Ignorant of the
future that turns the efforts
backwards to children.

999.

A backwards window
full of little girls dressed up
like too grown women.