We chose this, and bound ourselves to the endless Samsara.
our hearts falter, then fade into the dusk.
nameless and the spaces between
my heart and mind are in a strange place.
tomorrow will be a better day.
(or find my glasses)
the end of the world is just a hypothesis.
a little here, a little there
a woman could never conquer a nation, they said.
I want very much to be happy, right now.
Love, your dark hair falls lightly.