You’ve forgotten what’s back here.
What’s half-buried or completely paved.
I will not forget. I will not let you forget.
I will stay here until you remember.
I am a reminder.
I am Cone Alone.

You’ve forgotten what’s back here.
What’s half-buried or completely paved.
I will not forget. I will not let you forget.
I will stay here until you remember.
I am a reminder.
I am Cone Alone.
Sometimes, the trails get too dusty, too busy.
And the people. The people are too angry, too hurtful.
So I find myself in the lake, bobbing with the tiny ripples.
I’ll keep the ducks safe for a while.
I am Cone Alone.
My great-great grandcone warned carriage drivers of impending cliffs.
I am the last of my family, but I have stood on the shoulders and heads of giants.
I will try to keep you ahead of the curve.
I am Cone Alone.
I never thought I would be close to you.
All my letters came back “Return to Cinder.”
This love is heavy. It weighs me down.
I am Cone Alone?
Cone Alone, like many of you, is back to school.
That means you can expect posts on a biweekly basis.
The new post comes out Wednesday, September 4.
See you back here then.
Until that time, stay Cone Alone.