the only fool is the person who says nothing
by Ava Blu
somewhere there used to be a calling,
a person waiting to enter into this without feeling unwanted. someone was calling me out.
then it happened right in front of me, i let slip the words like a current rolling across my limp body. i let it slip as the fish tickled my toes.
for this, you needed me. for this, you used me.
now the days come without a hint. they come without exception.
we enter into another dream, another passing of the torch
without any residue left from who we were before;
i thought i could keep doing it.