Ive had this dream before, i know just how it ends. our eyes will fill with flame. our hearts will swell explode. woodlawn is a place of abandoned hopes dreams, of always wilting flowers letters never read. but there is life here. you can hear it in the soil. you can see it in the shadows, etched in stone there is life here. so were three years removed, and the earth around us has set. though the gears have stopped turning, the engine still hums. rewind, repeat, i see you there. youre alive on every page of every book. i hear your voice in echoes, in every line. this doesnt get any easier. this is a wound that time cant heal. it leaves a scar
woodlawn, wilting, every, etched, removed