laboring over goodbyes always felt trite, so forgive the brevity of this partial ending, partial forgetting. please queue at creating patterns. this is the end, my friends. comments are appreciated.
until further notice.
he was off for a few days like before. he will again be if another storm would hit the metropolis.
don’t drink. don’t smoke. don’t sleep around. don’t take drugs if you can help it. do drive safely. stop when the light turns red. there are reasons for such rules.
the war is scheduled for next week. it will be a short war, possibly bloodless. and on the weekend, there will be dancing and birthday parties.
cut down by the sky. between shapes, moving toward the serpent and crystal-craving shapes. i’ll let my hair grow. maybe.
i didn’t talk all day long but it was quite exhausting.
the stages of losing like holding onto water. the cold rushing by nearly waking. i couldn’t stay that way. that’s why i’ve gifted the breeze with nothing, with steps of air.
love is a prayer you haven’t figured out.
a little game i’ll never break because you’re always on my mind. oh yeah.