Where might the man whose currency is printed on the hearts of the sincere find a promise kept?
A friend who treats every word as if his soul depends on the following of said word.
Shake me awake when found are they, the ones who treat every syllable as a covenant.
Where every gasp holds the same worth as the first and last dying breath gasped by the lung.
The words played openly on the empty table without the sleight of hand recanting uttered verbs, future and past tense.
The mistake integrally highlighted by the one whom committed such mistakes in a gesture of genuine good will and means of correction of abrasions of reciprocity.
Champion who they were yesterday by striving to better oneself not for the comfort of self but for the empathetic...