Going Backwards

We were young spirits when we first met. Children in school. Young. This continued for a  couple of cycles. It had very strong roots, but its significance was unknown at the time. 

We only knew – the only constant – that once our paths crossed, despite great barriers – We. That was it. We were stuck with each other. We would travel together for however long it was written. 

The Road ahead?

Unknown. 


“BUT why must I be thought of a witch?  That’s not fair!”


PINNED AT THE CROSSROADS OF LIFE AND DEATH – 


AND WHERE ARE YOU?

Nowhere, around. 

As usual. 


FUCK THAT. 

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