what if you get lost?
if the woods swallow it whole?
I would try my hardest and

pull every string I can.

oh goddess who would
have done the same for me?

I do not tend to feel pity
for my proud existence.

my non-constant love
written in symbolism,
my symbolism as my
non-constant love.

everything and always so fucking
short schedule for lasting.
life has not graced me, obviously.
too often leaving;

where is the other side of the planet?

what for?