To rise again. When will I rise again? The bellows of my youth shake the ground beneath me. I am no longer fearful. But, the darkness surrounding me has grown.
To rise again. I want to rise again. The bellows of my youth beg me to mend them. The darkness surrounding me is beginning to cave in.
Rise, rise again. My future self is waiting for me. Watching as I walk amongst the bellows of my youth. “Mend me!” They beg.
To rise again. When will I rise again?
“When you have mended your youth.” My future self breaths.
“Please, don’t go. Don’t leave me here to suffer.” I beg.
“To suffer is to exist,” she explains, “I will return when you have mended the bellows of your youth.”
“I will return and you will rise again.”