Gibberish.

Seven word poem

If I had the choice,

false, hearts can be broken and trod on many times until a person even takes their life or considers it. don’t lie about pain, it’s neverending

Forlorn man

the cherry blossoms

Experiments in metre

May you get what you wish for.

I ain't as young as I used to be, but I'm as young as I'm ever gonna be

This path heals me. Its only flaw is that I need to be here. It reminds me of you. It reminds me that there was life before you. It reminds me that there can be life after you, if I choose life after you.

I sat here once with a girl who once loved me. She had come many miles to see me here. She was the first girl who ever let me inside of her and I had left her behind a few years before. She came to ask me if I still loved her. We sat here and she never asked. I no longer loved her. I do not know what I would have told her if she had.

My friends and I sat in these trees for hours and talked. Many years on, I do not know where those friends are. The trees remain the same.

Walk with me, here, again.

Après nous le déluge