2011.01.23.

There's soon a plenty party of
cups to be filled in, my friends
Whatever mind you may
be utterly a choice of
mediocre means that
shouldn't be exhausted
left to vain

For what's forsaken
seduction it may take
the friendship we are involved in is not a mere
words of consolation
not a well beaten track of suggestions you can
offer me on this
rare occasion

self inflicted wound
that may take a century to heal
unless you unlock the shattered glass key of
the gone.

Seasons change and I
took the liberty of
forgiving myself the will
to become too
many

whilst being the one in the wholesome
wholeness is work in progress and
the wishes made
become true and
then disdain.