These are the last words that I will ever write

Until I think of something else

But there's no guarantee to live

There's no guarantee to life

So in everything I say there's always a goodbye

And with it

A certain kind of truth

"You write too much"

I could never write enough

Love and understanding

That's me

But I'm a man

And that's

Nothing I would ever be ashamed of

That's something that's

And that's

Well

That's that

And it's always

What that is

Even

When it isn't

It still

Is

Isn't it?

Her beauty strikes me in such a way

That I have nothing left to say

And I know that we stand together

In order

To appreciate

Appreciation

Let me show you

Just how I feel

Silently

Television ports
Quantum
Quandaries
Xylophones
Call
All the while
AI withdrawals
Extraordinary
Benevolent
Mantle pieces
Depict
Existence
Choreographed
Finesse
Dances in the screens of our minds eye

Words tend to the gardens of our thoughts

Thoughts

I thought I knew you

But alas

Budding blossoms
Bloom

And so does our life

With or without a secret

That no one suspects to keep

Sometimes I wish I could live through another's life's eyes

So I could see what I'm missing

Other times I wish I was me so I could see what I've been wishing

You can't get what you want all of the time

But sometimes when you wish it

You might just see it

And seeing

That's something

Worth being

However

Albeit

Sometimes

In this life

There are beautiful moments

Other times

We forget about it