the darkest means met

 It was too late to reach her, there were no replacements found, they thought they didn't need her. We picked up the pieces wherever we could. She kept slamming the sofabed lid. It was made of strong hard wood, but she still made splinters fly in her anger. Stop light, go. Crept closer and further apart. Astronomical features. Far away feathers, things kept increasing and decreasing in size. No one could be sure what was really going on. We only knew that we had forgotten, something had been forgotten and therefor something else had been lost. Something we didn't realize we couldn't live without. Now we where drowning in ignorance and being flooded with knowledge. It all was so informative and empty. Mostly emptiness. that was what ruled here. We were gaining the sky but losing ground. We where flying fast but going nowhere. There was a barrier between us and salvation. We had won the sky but lost the stars. Someone had decided and we followed. There was nothing else left for us to do. We had lost the will, the yearning to live and thrive. We were now only part of machinery called Maisema. It had an ancient meaning. It was connected to something, but we had forgotten and lost our own meaning. The storm kept raging on, and we kept ignoring it.