Destination

The road was long and difficult, but I am glad to be here.

regrets

and I remember the old days, where everything seemed light and blue. think of what could’ve been and never bloomed.

forever never

forever does not exist.

tears

drops of deep regretmingle with memories lostcontained in pearls – gone.

wasteful

they have always accused you of being too wasteful. *** you peel the crust off your bread, scattering crumbs across the table, far and wide. next to you, you can see your father grimacing at the brown parts that lay discarded against the white porcelain of your plate. your bread looks much more tasteful to