Anonymous asked: How tall are you?
Only a mind plagued a thought less forceful than a physical war. Every passing man can see a child’s grip is falling.
We always asked “How would you stand, if your legs weren’t your own?”
She replied in riddles “How could you stand to use your head alone?”
This thought stuck, like a seed planted in a river, so slowly moving, growth forever.
Then her mind spoke out through her eyes… “Of all the people that I’ve left, each one has died of loneliness”