Anger is easier than forgiveness.

Sometimes I'm not so sure just who I am either.

Funny thing, your brain, how it always functions on one level or another. How, even stuck in some sort of subconcious limbo, it works your lungs, your muscle twitches, your heart, in fact, in symphony with your heart, allowing it to feel love. Pain. Jealousy. Guilt. I wonder if it’s the same for people, lost in comas. Is there really such a thing

My priest tells me i should not date a mormon but im just too in love with you that i'm willing to take risks

Love can complete you. It can also destroy you.

The wind kicks in stronger, branches clatter. Or maybe skeletons. Bones of abandonment. Ghosts that will never be.

empty and closed, hovering in some frozen netherworld neither sun nor rain could thaw.