It’s here, here in this broken hour that the broken in me sings out to be heard. The fractured and the severed, the sharp edged and the unglueable. Can you hear it from where you rest? Can you make out the sounds over the haunted hum of the Autumn wind? What will you say to me? Scream it or whisper, it matters not, just say it and it will be carried back to me.
Marbled Sunset Over Mt Helena (by TylerKnott)