The Fall
Do some of us remember that we made that choice once before to leave that place for now which is broken and separate and wish that maybe we would have thought of more before the fall Is that us? The perennially discontent. I've heard stories of those who have returned for a few moments only to be pulled back into decay. They say they tear at their robes and gnash their teeth. Swear to one I have never felt such stranger like. I remember. And for that, nothing here will ever be enough. Nothing.