come and sit, my dear friend,
for we are so cold and weary from lives and pain past.
they can’t find us in here, so come and sit.
taste the faux freedom that none can compare.
the fire of philia will relieve our souls from the depths of our hardships.
we are parallel even if our lines of life rise and fall with the winds of joy and sorrow.
so come and sit, my love; let us join our hands
so that we are weary and afraid together.












