Rushing winds on stagnant water. Life’s elements decay in dark. Reaching out, your friends now gone forever. The shutter dulls a ceaseless pain. There was a time I may have whispered into you.
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What I Know
What I know
I don’t have anymore answers. I ran out of questions long before. A simple hesitation turns to a silent moment. Another breath of air exhaled slow.
brian sostrom 