Simple, obsolete contributions.
It was destiny that lay the golden egg.
Faith in you broken
Split and spilt and coagulated in open air
The growing golden friendship
Aborted
Unbound by silence.
Air braided between a thousand voices.
Echoes vanish on the road to joy
And only white noise remains
That static existence.
The only one I've ever know.
And I'm too chicken to try again.
