try as I might it floods, unabated not enough fingers too many holes if consumes and subsumes my every waking thought how can I stop it? why would I want that? and I've no-one to blame it is my fault alone I've constructed this dam in the lowest of plains I am a foolish architect for building such a structure using the best of materials in the worst of locations leaving it unguarded against the vandals and thieves who would breach its walls destroy what they could and those untrustworthy souls to whom I gave the key only to tear the place down I guess those are on me I'd gladly accept my fate, my part of the blame if only I could find respite if only I could find peace try as I might, though I cannot give up I'm the idiot moth to your bright, burning flame and while I have few regrets I have earned every scar each lesson I cherish but this one, above all: I should not have bothered with building this structure, this dam to encompass my damn heart.
a beautiful jet-lagged day with a snowy forecast on the horizon that will not dampen these feelings of joy it's been far too long we've been too far apart my soul craves yours as yours does mine winter comes too quickly temporary displacement of my everyday life is what my soul craves as does yours the days ending ubruptly the smiles and giggles the conversations in whispers of subjects so unbecoming those of our maturity but I value this above all I see my future self in you do you see your younger self in me? are we each other, out of place, out of time? can we dream of what the other has? is this how it is now? will we always be reaching, me into your future, you into my past? is that even an issue? for I have other minutia to attend to other itches to scratch for me, for now, this is enough.