They answer lingering questions trapped in my mind.
Ones never able to escape the barriers constructed around my lips or fingertips.
Whether their words have citations or capitalist intent matters not.
Unveiling my delusions for all to see,
grind my feelings until they turn to dust and return to the earth.
I trust their asynchronous account of us.
This is the only perception of us that remains.
The intent behind your words or actions,
reality was forfeited with your abrupt departure.
collective musings 