I want to erase the words, rewrite, and edit;
To compose an orchestra of just the right notes.
Long past stripped of the fragile hope of possibilities.
I wonder how you sit with your hollow, high cost victories.
Half-finished painting this current canvas, still I don't know what the picture is supposed to be.
Sorry if it's lame. I'm tired/bored.
Ja ne.
--Uru
