"Stay afloat, the key is hope, I'll never let a motherfucker break me, dawg"

It's been busy, lately, and I have.

I can't bring myself to cut my hair. We are approaching, as though at sea, seeing it only through stars and charts, a year.

I think I will let it grow until then and then I will make a decision.

I no longer question that he loved me, just feel this sadness occasional bundling that he never managed to tell me.