The cedar doesn’t do much for these memories. I am as cold as the monuments you left for me, and another one passes in the evening. A knee deep grave and the two that raised, and a tin box fot the two that i loved. And i carry on. Please, lay out my best suit for me, and tell me every word you want to hear. Every word you have said to yourself to be perfect in the end. And i carry on. A tin box for the two that love. Carry on.
Even though I haven’t felt great about myself lately, I love my job. I feel like I’m killing it with my classes lately, much smoother than last year. Probably going to throw myself into my work a lot more since it’s one of the very few things I have going for me at the moment.