i sit back and stare at the stars. ruins of love, ruins of blood. i dont see it shine, i watch it fall.
it isnt history if you dont let it be. this story isnt over if you havent let it go. i know you think you're standing here and overlooking the edge of complete destruction, but it's not destructive. not yet at least. you do not break easy.
but yes, you fall.
this time, i remember my fall. it wasnt windy or a bit of anything, i was only just looking at the stars. i was looking at the stars and the ground beneath my feet shifted, balance off, thoughts off, words none.
i was looking at the stars and my mother stood behind me. i saw her watching me leave, saw her grab on to me. then the light dims, the fall is blank. i do not reach the ground.
my mother is still there.
i get caught in a stick of light, the stars shine above me. at some point my mother leaves, done by the weeping woods.
it's a land of destruction. to crawl or to climb is up to me. falling was never in the equation.
