I will leave when the leaves are gray and the day turns to leave me behind as well.
When all the words have been written, should be written… let them be written.
There will be no tears, fears, or sadness because they have been written in stone.
A stone so heavy it will sit here on this mountain I call a blog, a winding road of my life leading up into nothing.
Because that is what I will try to leave left unsaid, unwritten.