To let things crash and burn in the resolute deserts of old. To stay awake beyond the day night, beyond the fresh dew sight.
Is it time to grieve?
To a sacred treaty that never happened. To a shared secret crying to be told but never happened.
The sum of it all saved the long night from agony, laughing hysterically to the whimsy of a way lost sadly — and forever found grieving.
Is it time?
It feels like it must be. It echoes of dreams shattered to be. Like a rock falling hard to meet the clash, this time it’s craving the bang more than the landing.
Alas…
Mesmerized has been the will dancing in a wonder and fill, to break that which holds, to shape it anew as if it never called.
Probably it is time… probably…
Until the next 🤍 beat ~.~.~
Yes…it IS time 🙏 LOVE the image!
Wow.🩵