2016

 

dear whomever finds this bottle,

the skies are building up again and i’ll shatter before the glass carrying these words.
not pain, cold, hunger, but understanding will free me to smithereens. at least our knowledge was good for that: dust to dust. no, not your god: we did it.
ours the burden.

yours,
and conscious

for @tvansantana 55 words

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