You Might Say That Death Has Relaxed

I Want To Change My Punctuation. I Long For Exclamation Marks, But I'm Drowning In Ellipses.

Here We Are On The Road. We Must Be Going Somewhere.

The World That Birthed That Story Is Long Gone, All Its People Are Dead, But It Continues To Touch The Present And Future Because Someone Cared Enough About That World To Keep It. To Put It In Words. To Remember It.

The Shadows Of The Room Pool In The Lines Of Our Faces, Draining Our Eyes Of Hue. "there's Nothing Left Worth Saying.

...wanting Change Is Step One, But Step Two Is Taking It.