A is a man,
a good friend of mine.
But can I tell you a secret?
I think he's lost his mind.
From the way he talks to his narcissistic act.
A is an Australian man.
A is an ******* and a quick thinker.
A likes my pictures.
A is my friend.
I love him.
Quite a lot actually.
It's silly.
It is what it is I guess.
I hope he comes back to me.
Time will tell. Won't it?

today i bought a book, bound in leather. i drew a girl's face, hidden by a mass of hair. that's the first time i've drawn in a long time but the first ever in that book. it felt good, pencil in hand.

"Can a heart still break once
it's stopped beating?"
Will your breath turn to butterflies
and fly far away from here?
When will things stop feeling so empty
without your presence to fill the silence?
I miss you
I don't know what to do.
They keep saying it's a pity that you died so young.
But that doesn't do the loss of you justice.