i'll be up till dawn,

by Rachel Lynch in

all we ask, is that you come here with your spirit. it will be impossible if you are mute, numb to this world. I once learned that it was better to be fire then ash, better to consume then be washed. Mitosis, building blocks to a world of ethereal voice and touch. Where passion burns in words, the wind just carries us from one thought to the next. We have good intentions, nature wishes the good for you as well.  But if you are filled with nothing, then doctor, we cannot save you.

while you wait for the others, we lie awake.