To another location.

Birds of a feather,

Setting forth together.

-ting

for

-th

And carrying with us the memory of ourselves

Still so heavy with the past but light,

Light enough for another new years' resolutions.

Where the sun rise from a direction other than the east

Where I set forth my first footstep to the journey that has never been discovered by anyone else

to the calluses of hand, burnt corneas exposed from endless blue. you know, the boiling frog syndrome is a myth. and i just wished for the water to hold me as i hold on to you

everything starts with an ‘e’

atoms– we start from the ^smallest, _tiniest bits of life— 

setting forth,

(Phoenix, Quinn, Simeng, Rosemary)

blood, sweat and tears.

We're looking forward, never back

From rural existence, to life in towers?

Leaving trails of smoke behind

Abashed like the sea

skeletons left in the past and

another line to thread in these days to

come.

Slipping off my tongue, eluding from my mind

Lacking lucidity

Cast off with the wind.

A meandering endless

Odyssey

Towards the grave