Goodbye, you. You were a bigger part of my life than I like to let on, but it never wrecked me when you left. We were a portrait of two people who couldn't have been more wrong for each other. I know that I don't get a second chance for first times, but I still have the most important gift to give. I hope that you find what you're looking for before you hurt yourself or someone else. All I see when I look at you is a lonely little boy.
I don't know where to start. This teaser of mid-spring weather has me feeling contemplative. This city is most beautiful at night after it rains- when it's humid and shining like glass. Today feels like 'grapevine fires' and I wish that I could read your mind. Or figure out what's going on inside my own, for a start.
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