Tomorrow Is Six Months Away.

I didn't dream of you last night. (Or maybe I did; I never remember my dreams.)
But I do wish these dream comes true.


Play the game.
Play the game.
Play the game.

Why don't you?

Bitter, biting cold. But this brings me warmth. This, and that.
And you. I hope.


Maybe later.



Rise tonight. Slowly. I wish I wish I wish I WISH.


Close eyes slowly. Hold. Deep breath. Calm for a moment, but never any more. Overcome.

Miles away. You. Are. Miles. Away.
Miles and miles and miles away. I would walk, though.


Cryptic and symbolic, cut to pieces and rearranged into a more fitting description.


Catch on fire.
Still burning.
Catch on fire.
Still burning.

This is important. More important.


Patience is a virtue. One I have, but loathe. I don't want to be patient, I don't want to hope. It only leads to disappointment.

But here I am, all the same.


Dizzying at times, who knows why. Close eyes slowly. Breathe deep. The wave hits me suddenly and is gone in the same moment. Frail movements, slight sickness and lack of control.

Control control control. I won't. And I will. Just depends on who, when, where, and what. But not you. You are your own.

Take my hand.
It's better now together.



We'll raise our glass, now there's nothing left.


Your eyes are incandescent. And oh, how I love that glow.




I could go on for miles and miles and miles. I just wish I could tell you in person.