a cherished few return
Friend, I’m sorry, what even happened? Tolerable enough that "hey" would do.like a boomerang
I cannot stay, only come back. Tell me what you need. A wax figure constant to the flame. How do you see fit?picking cherries out of life
Husks on the ground, a shell of a man. The kernels rotten, ugly and obscene.
The first came from answer, a place you'd least expect. The last place on earth rest between your lips. A final question answered. Where every person lay. A journey finally ventured, dead silence caught, magnificent and utterly afraid. So rudely interrupted. Destined, from the middle to the end of a line. The story not faded, but truly refined - a switchback no one knows. The last mark of ink. An ‘x’ between your feet. Dig deeper still until you sink beneath.