I dozed off late late last night with a pad and pen in my hand. I was compelled to finish a thought I had a few hours earlier. The pictures I drew were no where near the ideas I constructed in my head. I woke up clear headed and with a bunch of trivial doodles in my sketchbook. My birthday is tomorrow.
Let Them Fall
In the winding world, heroes and villians dance. In the unseen heavens the Gods turn blind eyes. In the hearts of the innocent, leaks small pleas, "God please just Let Them Fall."
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