The Last to Go

The following is a little poem I wrote to help process my thoughts. There are a lot of changes going on in my life right now, but that’s pretty normal for life in general, isn’t it? This poem could refer to a lot of things; feel free to sing it to your own tune.

 

The Last to Go

Like walking into darkness

Through mists and fog you fade

To watch the rest departing

Then find yourself alone

There’s no one here to hold to

No one to mourn your loss

You won’t be soon forgotten

Already been forgot

And in this sea of faces

Not one could call your name

For no one knows you’re leaving

You are the last to go

 

I hope that connects with you in some small way.

I have no updates on the book save that it’s been delayed again. We’re taking some new direction on the cover art, despite how incredible it was looking. I’m starting to feel like Valve with all of these delays, without the millions of angry fans, of course. In any case, sorry for this delay – I wanted to release Tomb of the Relequim over a month ago. I’ll keep you posted.