fleeting are all these feelings all these moments of mutual safety and warmth, now we're left reeling. through cardboard lives filled with uncertainties and the certainty of sadness, and the back and forth. i should be glad i should be thankful for the experience, happy with the time we had. but now i remember how much i hate, my insides and outsides and surroundings. it's more than sad, but i still have you, i still love you. and i'm sure i'll be happy again.









