In No particular order

I've never been a terrible person, or is it, i've never been a more terrible person, than now, thank you, thank you so much for the inspiration and to have lost the memory of april and march repartees, to have lost and gained and supplanted and been supplanted, as if the king's on a throne, keeping the faith alive, like a pyre from olympus. Jason and Medea, the sexy beast, the colors of the ruminating essence. There're quite some pauses in my way of thinking, the unconnected the inane, the boiling heat that my room has turned into a frying pan and to think this, this is what I thought would a summer have become, before? And remember Freyr, the summer god and the his ice queen, the first she's not but it felt like it. the first love, love like a funeral pyre, profusely we bleed, and knock our feet into iron and steel.

Such a terrible person I've become, or unconcealed to be, and Know that if i spoke softly it was because I'm afraid to crush you, Should i have unconcealed myself like a poet should. To have prepared to always be prepared, onward and made ways, made room in life for the thing that matters to me have come to bite me. and I used to say, bite me, bite me, and there they were. was my devotion mistaken as weakness, was my sincerity mistaken as a flaw, no. I think I was mistaken in my estimations and projections and forgot who i was. do i think myself weak, am i a terrible judge of character? but it's like that, you and I. if I choose poorly, will you choose wisely. to know that I wasn't anything is hard to take for sure, but then again we were one only then, and possibly only here, in the hearth of my burning desire.

I have lived and gained, been inspired and lost myself, lost my way, nothing a few deep breaths can't fix but would i like to fix it, to have flaws is such a beautiful thing. I have made so many mistakes and been misrepresented, but isn't that trite. there's no question in my mind that i have wronged you. To swallow this bitter pill of discontent and to be so unhappy is the pain of living, to have flesh and be mortal, every day I die a little and not in that time is passing way. Will i learn to be laconic and forget the dream of Iphixion. I don't know. Would i have changed, for real. I have changed and I change now. I will be the self assured man now, because I won't say it again.