three willows, death and conscience thought.

three blossoms, occurred around the same time,

three withers now.

and I wonder,

new Spring, does it breathe life,

or will there only be this constant, reverberating echo of a death,

of lives lost,

dreams lost,

love lost.

and love will tear us apart again,

cliched phrases,

and a more abysmal fucking existence.

I just personally HOPE, things will be different for me,

BUT COINCIDENCES,

and I swear a Celestial Being,

is now fucking with me.

i am a black dot.