So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds

There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again