call•me•jonah

this is the moment Jonah's been waiting for. that murmur of dissatisfaction. those pacing feet deep down inside his belly. a whisper, a plea. from long off. a dead man, lying silent. as people gaze. and touch his molded fingers, lay flowers down.
his lips part only slightly, so that only one boy sees and leans close. placing his warm ear to those cold lips to hear these immortal words.

"it's so hard to remember. it's so easy to forget. you only have one life."