The spiritual scavengers always stop by old waystations with empty pockets or boxes filled with empty, thick air
They don't scavenge items or metal like you and me Memories fill each and every piece of cardboard clinging to the edges and threatening Threatening!! to let go with a single whisper
The spiritual scavengers are fools for memories cannot be wielded from scraps of steel.
Where did they go? They must have traveled the world Only to realize, upon their deathbed -
The best memories cannot be stolen from the worlds. It must be gathered from inside your heart and from the friends who surround you.
text; backdated to ~10/6 around 3 AM
always stop by old waystations with empty pockets
or boxes filled with empty, thick air
They don't scavenge items or metal like you and me
Memories fill each and every piece of cardboard
clinging to the edges and threatening
Threatening!!
to let go with a single whisper
The spiritual scavengers are fools
for memories cannot be wielded from scraps of steel.
Where did they go? They must have traveled the world
Only to realize, upon their deathbed -
The best memories cannot be stolen from the worlds.
It must be gathered from inside your heart and from the friends who surround you.