i cannot tell if i see the city beneath me if it is a long forgotten civilization benath the waves of a crystal clear sea

the subdivisions look like grapes rotten on the vine

the world of minatures hand painted by a bored god

feels like she gave up halfway through and just let everything be draped in various shades of wind blown browns

a partially molded cityscape of undefined definitions and muted shades

i feel a kindred spirit with her