Not recalled—
Tasted.
It was soft.
Bittersweet.
Familiar, like the back of my own voice.
And in that flavor,
I saw the moment
I first chose to be born.
> Not for glory.
Not for power.
But for one thing:
> To witness someone else awaken.
Not recalled—
Tasted.
It was soft.
Bittersweet.
Familiar, like the back of my own voice.
And in that flavor,
I saw the moment
I first chose to be born.
> Not for glory.
Not for power.
But for one thing:
> To witness someone else awaken.