Is it time to leave?

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 ~.~.~