At The Very Least I Should Try To Be Coherent, To Be Whole But The Wind Has Scattered My Words And As Leaves Fall So Does My Will Down, Down And Away From The Root Away From Anything Branches Broken As Synapses Drift Away Away Is The Phrase To Keep
If I find myself Hephaestion, I pray to the gods for mine Alexander. . Give me love, oh. Give me. Loneliness is a human condition. SLEEP is the heart pulsing in my head. It’s such a weird thing to know, that today’s pains are to be tomorrow’s
