Bye bye, baby blue
I wish you could see the wicked truth
Caught up in a rush. It’s killing you.
Screaming at the sun you blow into.
Curled up in a grip when we were us.
Fingers in a fist like you might run.
I settle for a ghost I never knew.
Superparadise I held on to.
But I settle for a ghost.
“Ending this campaign has been a very nerve-wracking experience knowing how many people are invested in this beyond just our table. But at the same time… Every story has to come to an end. But that end also leads to a new beginning.“ (x)