to you, to me;

I think what I loved the most about you

is that you always treated yourself as

someone that you were responsible

for helping.  I’m sorrier than you for

who I’ve become.  And I’m sorry if it

felt like I was shrinking your kingdom. 

I read a quote recently that went like this,

“angels can fly because they take

themselves lightly.”  I guess I’m just a

stickler for clipping my wings, and adding

weight to what’s already around my

ankles.

[January 19th, around 9 A.M.];

In the end, the sun kills the moon;

and in the end, you’re my favorite.

That’s the point.