Oh, dear friend,
Why do you cry...

Dear Future Me;
How does this world seem...

Dear Mom,
are you proud of me...

Dear Reader
this is the last note i will write...

Dear You,
Do you ever see me...

Memories float away
on this cherry blossomed wind...

All the flowers are now dead,
those ones you cut at the stem...

A whispered kiss
drags you into the abyss...

She says she's been walking a little bit too long
beneath this burning December sun...

Tears rip acid tracks down my cheeks,
perfectly imperfect slopes...

Erase me from your memory
with the click of a mouse...

Brainiac
insomniac...