Forever, and Counting

Plane of thought:
If I could have saved that night I'd revisit it with new eyes. Wipe the steam away with a closed fist and make brand new assumptions about the conclusions we made. I had a vision of a smokeless future and a skyline so clear that the birds were circling at three a.m. and we were buzzing inside with assured complexity. We were happy. All of this started when we were saddened by the pull of gravity and the lack of freedom for the better half of society. "People should just be good to each other" you said, as we tried to establish how to pull the problems back from the edge. Through the windscreen we saw the streetlights flicker and the sky brightened. The city was definately brighter at night. It fucked the sky and took it away from desperate eyes, but the light on your face from the dashboard was something that I will never forget, it made my bones shake.