- moleskine excerpt -

there is something so much more empowering about not knowing than finding out, and i don't want to be here or there, wherever you are, when you do end up hearing about what happened. i never told you to turn the music louder, or to bend the trees that looked like a skeleton's shadow of her reflection from christmas eve.. i never told you to be anyone else but yourself, but there was no stopping that green, and those flashes between those fragile atoms, was there? the music wasn't exceptional, the light wasn't fringing the things we wanted to hide- nowhere to run, no more excuses.

all i can do or say is that i am sorry from the most inner crevices of this corpis amini.