ToskovatForlorn Embers & Black Reigns

Today I remembered what comes after. I remembered my lost embers… Novembers, Decembers. When most prepared for the cold, it was already around me. And when most prepared for the warmth, I was stuck chasing it. Mourning. I wasn’t home, I wasn’t present then and there… when I visit those old places, I step gentler on our roots… …we had so much more to speak about. But I was a child for the longest time. I know you would say that isn’t such a bad thing. It passed. A sea of darkness followed it. That will pass too. I am the son of the whitest flower and the blackest leaves. I am the abandoned home searching for its lost keys. I allow the light you left inside of me to burn free. And I thank you."