A name scribbled in dust becomes a reality and that reality becomes a harness. Bending the neck beneath the weight of obligation… how it weighs so heavily.
A life remembered by drops of mud formed by falling tears and fallen dust. They came together at the perfect moment to remember a moment. A piece of time that is mine forever.
Written lines upon the floor. A floor covered by the dust of regret. I trace my name over and over so it is remembered. At least remembered by someone.