Her death wasn’t entirely her choi… says the fresh purple bruise on her temple right above her left… She was drunk before getting knock… says the malodorous smell of her b…

Suckerish Sick Suck Gibberish sunk in You hold me in feverish sage-d out going without

I’m scared. Scared of the journey, Scared of the blustery winds, Scared of the bitterly hastes, Scared of the uncontrollably, and

It put me to shame How dumb and stupid I am Living with zero death threat (Except for a few health condition… With food to eat–

When you don’t return my reach and stayed shut close, That’s the blues. When you lose your motivation and wandered for a destination,

The anchor to our burning passion buckets of drops– dripping down– taking away our pai… refilling us with buckets of desir… we are chained

Why you? and us two? Well, my boo... This is true– and it’s for you.

'Wish you were here’' Next to me– holding me– behind my back– in the afternoon–

Broken Not the fallout of a love affair but the flare of a lunacy Like werewolves on the bloody Luna plena

I guess the only Source of Light you have walking down the long, an… invisible droplets of winds.

Ode to us to our future, to our lives, to the distance. The huge gaps between us

Where is this place? Why is this so dark? So dark that it is too painful to… My two round ellipses are useless– I squinted– nothing here or there.

Jonathan son of a gun Jolly and free cherishes and busy Smiles of the sun