The Pig Emperor

we felt better years ago. It started with you, me, and the city and the east. Have you ever faced the world with that same glare in your eyes, trapped inside their mask? As the universe rotates around you, its been forgotten. Pay attention. Stay. No one hears these words. The stone hallways stand quiet. When the dark wooden chairs lie empty in the middle room. There are none to rule. In my courtyard lies a broken mirror, discarded with no one left to reflect. And now there is you and me. Still you and me. You have to be the change you want to see.