‘Tis time for breaking,
Between histories or triumphs,
Through tragedies,
Or the darkest of abyss.
Once.
Twice.
We move in strange ways,
Drifting between stoic,
Incorporeal.
Loving nothing,
Everything.
But never ourselves.
Perhaps that love,
Projected outwards?
Could one day –
Save someone else.
Save Someone Else.
