A long walk home, riddled with regret.
Uncommonly comfortable, but still I believe that in time I'll see just whats been weighing down on me.
An unearthy void, collapsed, exposing what was trapped, to release this serendipitous dissent.
The smell of smoke, the evening sky was bruised.
Belated conversation, saturate anticipation for the answers that simply wont come
But not I, I wont ask. Forget my place amongst the grass.
The leaves and the trees remember me
And in my naivety it might be seen
The pale has leaks, and even if you put all your water into it
You end up with nothing left to drink
The well has gone dry and I with it