January 5, 2021
Ode to the wayward blueberries
Part 1 first draft
Oh how the lost run free. Into the wild rushing as if there were no risks, or it doesn’t matter because if it’s all fixed anyway remember, maybe you can change the world.
But that is not what happened, the world changed you, squashed flat, and not even your stain remains. But the soldiers death does not stop you. Tomorrow you will be back with new recruits and this time perhaps you will breakthrough.
You need to stop, but we both know you can’t do that. Can you?