The Blood & The Bones

The writer, the warrior, the wanderer…
He walks along the Milky Way. A million grains of sand spread out like stars and down the roads of forbidden lands… the universe’s darkest parts.
Still I know he has not reached the mountain top…
There is dedication in his eyes and all who know him have seen it there and felt his purpose. He is not ready for awaits him here. Not just yet. He feels he has too far still to climb, too many stories left to write, battles left to fight and shifts in his paradigm.

I wait patiently because you cannot push a man like that. One with duty in his heart. One with wind still in his hair. One with a soul so full of art.

The writer, the warrior, the wanderer.. the man I never really knew.
And yet I am the only one to ever see him all the way through.

And so I know the day will come when he decides to begin his journey back across the sky, take off his boots and maybe lay down his gun..

He’ll find me there, arms open on the front porch of forever, waiting to be his next adventure ..

And the place he calls home.

the blood
& the bones

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