june 15, july 7, september 27, december 19

a steady inhale. i've done all this before.

this is the fourth time.

it's a wasteland here. 

tumbleweeds and dust blowing about, most footprints long wiped away. 

erosion played a role here.

battered makeshift shelters are beaten and near-destroyed

no sign of bullet holes though.

battles long gone, you can still hear the ghosts haunting 

sometimes they're wailing, other times they're laughing

sometimes they're silent.

maybe they have better things to do than linger in places like this.

left with fragments of questions, i can't help but wonder who we were back then.

did i not see the signs clear enough? was it me that changed beyond recognition?

or did you break beyond repair, only a little recognizable underneath your surface.

this is the fourth time and the battlefield is quiet and empty. 

it looks like one side was trying to rebuild once. 

maybe the other side was too. it looks like there were other things at play here.

perhaps one day, we'll find our way back

make this desert look like a garden again

but in the meantime

i need to go plant some things on my own.