Broken Boulder may we stay lost on our way home

In his absence and series of unfortunate events following said leave, Lennon was a bit different. He had seen a world through new lenses, one unfamiliar; gloomy and cold. He wasn’t, for the time being, who he’d been but a little over a month ago. Everything seemed stale and brittle, his upbeat mien was a facade he played brilliantly for the others hence his return. Though, occasionally, the time where he would relieve his mind of reality and encompass himself in song had ceased. Instead, he was seen blankly staring off into an oblivion that was no melody.

The sudden news was breathtaking and finally he felt that tingle of light that had ran away. He couldn’t express his joy like the others, his wounds preventing any form of jumping around and yipping like a pup. Though, he did carol a sunny howl that perfectly portrayed his excitement.