i am
a cactus
in the most
extreme
conditioned
desert.

empty
like a
promise
full of
woe but
mostly hurt.

and
if our
paths did
never cross
again.

missing you
would stop
long before
a count
to ten.

ćause
alone is
when i feel
most safe,
most free.

alone along
the river
i want to grow
against
the wind....
the ilk of a
one of a
kind tree.