and this style should be classified under two years back.

hopefully i've still got it.


it's a song of campfires, smoke and sunset;
a little enclave of imperfect harmonies.
but wood burns out,
fires die,
and night falls upon the newly lost.
wind and weather and light a thing of the past,
voices silenced,
outliers exiled,
dawn is personal and subjective.

is it over yet?