Travel well my passing sister, the last monarch of a congealed tribe well spent. Let the cruor run barren and take new passage, finding the truth to all that was meant.
His hand you have missed for ages, those moments of birth and development have gone by. The laughing moments of life’s hardship, for all this time has gone bye, and by and bye.
The talk ticks of borrowed time, no breath is guaranteed. Tick-tock, tick-tock, for this is the moment of grandeur. Funny how so many view this as limitless …
As the mind goes, it’s interesting how the soul can see. The stifle was replaced by more candor and humor. Your stories and jokes, now a piece of my mind, I hope you have peace of mind.
“Melina, I love you, God bless you,” she said. I knew it was our final meeting in this simulation. We simulate love and care, anger and displease. I want you to know, in this time, I care and you were the beginning of my please. I love you.
