Desecrate.

I guess 'happy reading' is an odd thing to say about this poem.

It’s Time.

Something spooky for the Fall.

Words no longer mean to me what they once did.

Why do we ever hold on to the dead?

Take all the time you need to feel better.

Au revoir.

It really has been a long time coming.

Day 21 of 31 Days of Self-Discovery.