He looks for the legs to stand on again, the support he once knew in the words he wrote. That is, after all is said and done, all he has to offer, the only thing that might last…
I’m coming back.
There is a new adventure in the wings, in the feathers of this fucked up story, and this writing is only learning that again, knowing the freedom – I need too, as I have somehow found and lost me in the same amount of time. What do you get when you sacrifice everything for a foolish fucking dream?
Ever the fool, I bow to none – but I welcome you with all of my heart, if you give me the same.
time to try to sleep.