transmission

I don’t want to weave my way around rotting wood covered in bugs and tarp blowing in the breeze to find your wispy spirit crouched by the back wall. The desert blows so much sand inside I’m amazed this place is still holding up. you still don’t want to look at it. I would crouch down next to you and hold your hand. I would cry a little and tell you how much you mean to me. You want me to hold your hand and find out with you what happened but you have to be brave and find out on your own. It is your destiny and I know you are just postponing. You can’t respond to me obviously so I leave you be and hope my words had an impact. I won’t find out wether they will or not