I just want to walk over yellow leaves,
red leaves too,
watch their damp fabric crinkle under my heavy steps,
and continue down the road.
My jacket and shoes tap with the sound of a fall rain.
You said it was over,
but it hasn't hit me yet.
this path that I follow is spinning
moving with the music that blasts through my headphones.
it's funny,
I never thought I would let you get to me
but you did.

i left my home in Alabama,
cursive I wrote,
in curses I spoke,
making the same mistakes
of turning to quill
to appease my aches.

an ocean ablaze
unquenchable by ink
still caught in a haze
just let me sink.

sitting at the edge of the Quay,
watching my heart just burn away.

cura te ipsum,
Florence

Two different worlds
" I love you, but ...  "
" ... , but I love you ! "
One beginning of a journey
The other destroying your dreams