like a blank slate- waiting to be written upon.
stinking eyes and a dizzy head.
the cutting wind blazing through the naked trees- just stand there.
deep breaths- caving chest- it still hurts at night.
everything is fine in the darkest blue of the starless sky.
everything is fine.
there's a stranger in the mirror.

stupid enough to care

i look back at an old me

i look back at that young me, that old me.

that silly old, young fool.

i recognize the mistakes, i've dealt with the regret.

later rather than sooner, i moved on.

and now i don't know where to go.

and i know thats ok.

cos' i'm here living and loving right.

i have nothing left to say. 

and everything left to give.