Cramming bleats into my ears are
all the little lambs and those fears sit so easily on my shoulders,
mint is the killer
the kicker.

When did we become I?
or was this carbon copy order picker always one?

I exhale alone,
breathed in by you and out,
alone is about being alone.

Don't make the mistake of being young for too long or of being old in a life that's not yours.

Close all the doors behind you
and let the rest of the World try to find you,
if you're as good as you think you are
raise the bar, paint the doors black on a black background, make no sound, beware of those that profess to care, too many bleeding hearts out there and you'll slip on the blood.

When I sail too close to the wind it fans the flames.
when I am the wind which I try not to be it destroys me piece by piece.

Love. in the end, will end it
love in the end always does.

And yet in this place you
tell me why to my face
just in case
I forget.