we were helpless. masters of our oblivion. all our gestures empty. the slur of hungry skin. all our clothes stained. suffocating under the fantasy of change.
we fought the wind. knowing it would always win. we took the slope. knowing that we had no brakes. the impact our only incentive. as the pain tempted a life we’d yet to live.
the music peaked. and we fell under its weight. crushed by the urgency of our grief.
we trembled against the thunder of circumstance. paper left out in the rain.
dissolved. all the words washed away.
