I think


For years I’ve thought –

Of the living, of the dead: if they’d go to hell, if hell is real. Then there were the living dead, living what they dread.

If there was a meaning, if that meaning had a purpose: to all of this/us and and then there were none.

About the home you come back to and the one that finds you: in the middle of nowhere and we’re headed there.

This year has passed like those before like the waves that hit the shore. Only to come back again.

And I still think.

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