I'm blindly starring into a photograph
A portrait of that which could've been watered into greatness
An image of myself
A younger me
Thinking where'd we go wrong
What turn did I miss, signs unknown to me
Blindly starring, Waiting, Waiting
Speak to me
I'm waiting for a response, for answers
How far will you go?
Into smitherines as ash
Goodbye ash
Fly with the wind, fly like dust
Fly away dust of ash of the photograph I dreaded seeing, blindly
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