A poem for the ones who have gone but never really left. xx
"We in it together but don't call me angel" ~ Lana del rey
The ocean, the sea, the deep blue. All three one which call out to you, that land-bound explorer.
*Incoming communication. Press play to hear Aaron Russan's recording*
The doorbell fell silent and then rang again and again. David, who did not want to move any more than he had to called out, “Ben, Seth – can you get the door?”
You left many unseen scars