he whispers to himself it is just seasonal but the goddamned season has lasted his entire life

he mutters to himself it is the story cracking down on his already weary framed of mein

this isn’t all it’s built up into yet somehow it is still more than can be accepted by a fractured soul

another softly uttered prayer that falls on deaf ears as the smoke begins to rise around him

this isn’t who he is but it is damn well what he has become as the ash threatens to suffocate him

the minute it all comes together is the two seconds past where he let it all fall into microscopic dust

he whispers to himself it is just seasonal but the goddamned season has lasted his entire life