They wore upon my spirit,
not in the way that hurricanes hit...
I wonder if
just one...
Its my last call
The curtain is closing...
How scraped these streets are tonight.
These streets are exhausted from the exertion and...
Two is a good number
Because you are not lonely at least...
I've lost all these years
for I am not going to...
The urge of telling
the biggest tales even when...
Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...
_ The shrub is gone
the roots are ruthlessly rotted...
and I thought to myself....
is there a place for ones story...
In this barren forest
where fires fiercely clashed...
"Now." is the current
not floating with the river...