I carry with me

Broken bones, some of which were abused by others and myself.
I’ve gone back to those distances and spent time accumulating the smallest of splinters.

I bellowed too myself as I found some bones entirely destroyed by destructive encounters

I still carry them with me, I draw wisdom of what has ruined me in the past


I carry with me

Rotting bones, some of which were stuck by clotting blood

When I went back to those places, some had become orphanages for various life forms, sprouting and feeding off of the invaluable material

I still carry them with me and draw wisdom of what I once allowed to feed off me


I carry with me

Whole malleable bones, some which could shatter by one drop

These bones I’ve taken the time to design, imitating the shapes and curves of my unusable bones.

I carry them with me and some break along the way of my journey.

I draw more wisdom throughout experience how to conceive these bones to be durable and strong.


I am the bone collector, all my bones I carry with me bring the bountiful wisdom of the broken and rotting and inevitable rebirth of strength.

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Posted by:thesilentchange

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