I miss him.
I miss his raven, Matthew.
I miss his siblings.
That some of you havent met them? I envy you the journey, should you take it.
But go softly, with a caress of eyes & fingers.
Let his own voice, their voices, enter your mind.
Find those thin, delicate tombs, the diaries, the scrapbooks and the art. Place them in your home.
Not like this.
Love and madness await you