no where to go and nothing to do. my mind idles and i consider the inconsiderate. the path was set by the people who lost their own. left to lead my own way, without you.

i will melt into these tears. dry tears that will never moisten the ground below. they will never help flowers to grow or salten the taste of your tongue.

left only to stumble upon words. i think of the days of tall grass and blue skies. why was it so easy to lose ourselves. lost in the grasses of fields that will never be again.