We all hate our hearts.

Sunken Throes of shadowy shapes flit over the ocean floor, covering the aquatic wild#life in bleakness. A beacon beeping red to the second, illuminates the reefs, bathing them in blood. Seaweeds, well just being there, floating about, casting luminous silhouette, tentacle-like. Fishes, asleep(?) or otherwise, swimming about, oblivious of the storm above. Battleships.

Phones Smart, yes. Some would say way smarter than people nowadays. Too smart.

Light-less A creeping shadow looms, threatening to snuff out the light. The melodic tune plays out its last chord, leaving echoes behind. A lit hearth guards a dying flame, struggling to stay alive. The walls close in, trapping every thought in. Candles.

Bread Simple flour coming from the mills by the river. Moulded and baked. Labelled and sold. Really just as simple as that. The staple of #life.