If you scream when he touches he never stops coming to tell of the things you could have heard

We both know how it ends because all ends end the same. The ocean to be pushed into, the falling down the mountain.

One side into the ocean that continues for what always looks like infinity,

Until the closer you get there is things that have not been shown or seen before.

The anxiety of being above, when the wings aren’t in control, the feeling of looking down.

Safer if I could just swim, safer if there was no cold or tired.

Even above the ground that same fearful looking of maybe too high but

The beauty of the ocean frozen in space, the islands coming into view as the lands are revealed.

Regardless of time or what to look down on a feeling of

Yes, there are cities there, but the forest calls and the fields tumble and the connection to a land untraveled.

I forgot the story, but I remembered the boy

Of ravens I could read it again, refresh the mind, return to his name as he was a spirit

I don’t remember, I don’t know where it went, somewhere before. A gift received, the pages somewhere

And the voice of this, the one who I still miss every day, not a day goes by without him on my mind too,

These words that weave backwards and forwards.

Can’t know what I am, or can I?

And with knowing it, simply the music thinks medicine after all the doctor is also apparently that.

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