What will I do, when I have to leave?

The unstable people I attach to are just like me in so many ways.

I could go anytime I need.

The rain indeed.

The people I need in so many ways, in a deep dark haze, playing all the games the children played.

Running to the mailbox with the morning dew on my feet.

On their feet to the destined land.

I love this guy with a big portion of my heart.

I love the dreadlock Rasta, forever and ever.

-Terasky