all the others fell, some taken by their own sword. in every departure there was only one left in all of them and that was me. tu cherches quoi, rencontrer la mort? tu te prends pour qui? toi aussi, tu détestes la vie?
when the last totality fades into the worn out vinyl breaking away at the corners of the last vestiges of our only link left to the past – i will throw my body backwards, such life as it flashes by during the descent, one last time…
for when i do decide to let myself go down, i will not save any of the life left in me for getting back up ever more. the dancefloor lights shall come up in all the empty and broken places i somehow survived alone one by one. at last here he comes … the final wanderer who stood tall til the very end will have found peace again
wherever your entire life disperses back to when your beautiful light goes out … i hope that it’s not here because i don’t want to come back. but i know one constant that pays prominence over all …. the path that was walked by the last ones. the final people that mattered before the big silence, will lead you somewhere such souls who lit up the sky with their character await you. the ones that by the time i go down, will have all been and gone
last man standing can be a lonely place. sometimes it proves worthy reflective respite on the end of a very long day where lessons were learned. other times it is the end of the coming together with family and blood, is never more sacred when we are brought together no matter what. but for me it is the intermission between the next page and the last one, because i’m in deep and the show must go on
hold fast. see you in one of those places somewhere …
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