Wheeling Gull Isle stomklad

he wouldn't stop.

for a long, silent moment, he considered all of the things he had quit. he had stopped looking for abraham. he had stopped spreading gospel all over. he had stopped loving dove.

how far away he felt from the man he had been at home.

how further away he felt from the life he once had. how it had all crumbled around him with death and distraught.

now he stood in the dark, in the harbor. how sweetness clung to those around him. how good things were being built before his very eyes.

i will build a proper place here. perhaps that had been creepingly evident by the slow growth of bodies. yet still he had not yet spoken the words aloud, had he? a true claim of sorts, created by the blooming things around him.

i know it is not what you once came here for, but i wish to see you here for a long time heda. you have grown beyond what you know, i think. i grow from you.