Words

Keep your word close and broken promises closer, echoing, drilling through the centre of the cavern wall you call a skull and know and let it be known that every failure echoes in you louder than it will ever tumble from the lips of another any other so that all may see that all you do is done in the service of becoming the person who never has to hear the loud crashing echos of every oath they failed to keep hounding and chasing them through the caves of their days.

Good night.