How do I express myself here anymore? The various moods don’t seem so easily put into words.
Should I put together a little wooden shack for me deep in the woods?
I used to be much more candid about my life, but the topic, I don’t know. The topic doesn’t change much in the “me” zone.
I’m exhausted, and my eyes are like black holes. The quarter system is like this.
So there isn’t much to share other than how I wish I could magically have you.
By leaving my words here in a cyber vial afloat the digital sea, will how much I miss you reflect years from now…
…like graffiti carved into the rocks?