My eyes fall back down on the floor.
Grounded, but secure.
This is the logical result : I'm leaving the burn marks behind.
A cool, dry corpse, crackling apart piece by piece in the wind.
Leaving only, beautiful bleached bones behind.
Your skin, bones all beautiful and eternal.
Back after a long break of being ill.
Now, let's finish The Bibliography Of Unspoken Truths.
1st of February, 2018.