In the land, again. The echoes of everything. I have talked about them all, to one another. Their opinions support my defense... but how will I defend? can I, will I? What happened to you?
I know for what reasons I am unwilling. I will never be the continual shoulder, I will never be the shovel with which to undig. I will defend your honor as long as I've reason to. Will fight & win for proof of loyalty. What will you be?
The good, solid fires, the surprise on a beautiful face, the accepted touchings with meanders, the sunshine and wearing socks & scarfless, the failure of a horrific nailpolish which remains not in memory... The words for other words. I feel proud consistently for achieving such constants of love.
