Then the darkness got there first again. Slowly killing her desires. Veiled in black, grief did not leave her. Blurred were the lines that separated her fear and joy. She’s lost in the haze.
early morning and I am warm still bleary, but content while I listen to cavetown and wonder when I'll see you today perhaps soon and maybe you will like the drawing I made for you
perhaps not the most exciting poem, but it's here, from my heart
