I still get upset for the same two reasons, to me this a treason as to why there should be more than one reason to season my mind with tears.
You are not that reason, not the one to keep.
I realize my hostilities are ill draw,
as I adjust to a new form,
the biases of yesterday,
begin to fade away.
I appreciate what you been doing. It made it easier on me. And I don't get upset to a magnitude I make it out to be, don't stress. I simply enjoy the poetic vibe of it. How else would one describe an itch on one's soul?
 niatsu · Mon May 07, 2012 @ 07:21am · 0 Comments |
