Their grey ships, fly over head. Noiseless and somewhat clean looking.
A year back, it was like, OH MY GOD! AN ALIEN SHIP…but now it wouldn’t freaking matter. Your so use to it now. You haven’t cared for it for awhile too.
What matters now is getting to work, getting chores done and trying to find time to sit back and enjoy a ice cold one.
But, hell things seem to be too quite. Too civilized, and you know some one out there is getting restless.
Its old school time, as a letter is left at your doorstep. There is no stamp and no return to sender address.
Though you do know, it wouldn’t matter…The L.O.S.T’s stamp of approval is staring at your face.
Damn, you think, to yourself…it is getting too quite!