My parts inside still compact and extend:
one at night, and the other with the day.
Beneath your weight I continue to bend,
though with far fewer pieces since this home has changed.
If I asked, would you tell me where he's gone?
If I asked,...
Mystery Speaker, Poem, Poetry, loss
The mystery speaker is leaning against the tree, his arms crossed and his feet just on the edge of the hammock. "knuckles! what are you doing up here?"
with the smallest of smirks he uncrosses his arms and lets out a short, but loud laugh.
Coming Out, Love, Sonic The Hedgehog, Tails (Sonic The Hedgehog)