Earth is my home. It's my fire to keep me warm. My shelter in the storm. It's enough for me.
But it's breaking fast.
A short poem about global warming and the changes our planet is facing...
In the end I just say fuck it and instead of hitting the target, I just waste the bullet. I put the gun down and take the ear muffs off and look at him.
"I really suck at this"
He smiles while look...