I know this isn’t going anywhere. I know it even stopped for you. I’m now but a fading mote of dust on a forgotten map. I’m no longer a light for your eyes, nor you care of what I wish . You no longer shield my dreams.
This is the world we are leaving now.
The place where desires lay down to sleep.Where our stories are thought of.This is the land of the forgotten.
You can try to hide those memories in the night. You can push them to the back of your mind, and throw them out. But they’ll know. The crows always know.