Hello, goodbye, farewell loves.
I have many a thing to do, and I will soon reach the lighthouse.
from there… we will see where the wind/stars take me.
My mood is wrapped/warped and I feel I see beyond sight. I pray it lasts awhile, I may be in for something.
I avoid the grativity. I smell smoke. And something hovering just beyond the computer screen that I desperatly want to reach.
A minds eye, or the blank space on a list. Someone’s supposed to be there, but the name is gone.
I have thirty seconds before this computer shuts down.
I bit you farewell.
