Static Clouds

Once a joyous society turned into a desolate wasteland of white and gray. Why did it turn soulless, silent, suburban? One answer, aliens. Yes, like the ones from Toy Story. People strolled down the streets, listening to commands blasting from intercoms. Aliens command their every move. Everyone prays they’re aliens. Praying in this desolate society is tricky. Praying gets you nowhere. Resisting gets your tongue-tied. Listening gets you brainwashed. Do not do anything. Well, that makes you one of them. Rainbows and rain no longer bring joy. The sun? It disappeared from our eyes. Lies. They’d yell at you. The sun is there, just blocked by the buildings. Everything is normal, you are crazy. Am I the crazy one? The world is not what it once was when I was born. People are brainwashed, colors don’t exist, and there’s no cheering, crying, and laughing. Everyone’s souls are dying because of the ones in charge. No more praying for rain and rainbows, now we await the static clouds forming ahead.