...

Here, I am.
I sit wide-eyed and ready for the day...

I bequeath thee my sanity
thy gulf I strike in reechy mood...

He beguiled my senses and I faltered,
in that glorious betrayal the vital memories...

She is looking, always looking.
In the strangest places, in the weakest...

A hug for her and no one else
vowed in word, left to forsake...

Just shy of
two weeks...

We hope for what we can never guarantee,
seeking solace in the little springs...

He rolled toward me like
the ends of a firework...

Flashback flashback
But things aren't bad now...

I tried all the sweetest things,
gardenias bloomed from...

I try to shield your eyes from sunlight
when it becomes overbearing...