Saturday, September 16, 2017

Friend,
These are the perils of being alive.
Burn like water
Break over and over like glass

There are roads, and taverns, and streets.
Walk back home to undo all their work.
Moments which hang like dead bats
As if they can last forever.

But friend, forever is not even a place.
Run from places that catch fire
There will be tomorrows
Even after darkest nights

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