We are the few, stuck upon the shoreline of life.
Begging for our ship to sail.
I don’t seek “friends” in this life,
I seek the brotherhood of wolves.
And It feels so good to be king.
Proud.
Someone once said
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“You die twice.
One time when you stop breathing
and a second time,
a bit later on,
when somebody says your name
for the last time.”
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And all I could find for a thousand miles
in every direction
was the sound of my very own breath
singing it’s final ode to life.
“Tout est bien.”,
“North is that way.”

N.H.