November 14, 2020
Let us know how we should proceed. There's a choice at our feet. Go forward. Meet the necessities of doing so. Meet the unknown. Draw light from the heated air on our flesh as we dive on a question. Go backward. Lean upon the calcifications of past glories, past loves, past victories, past breaths of life that are now still but for a crumbling memory. It is such as it is, as we decide our trajectory, there could be joy, agony, life, death; no matter what, the offal of the path is fodder for the following, lest you vanish forever.