I am not your beacon of light.
The poster child of mental health and well-being.
An example of what, or what not to be.
I am only being,
what has been.
Present,
in another town,
preoccupied,
wind swept into the next passage of time.
We are together in crime.
In the sin of confidence and fidelity.
What a weird thing to say,
we are not the norm.
We no longer swim in the sea of sullencholly chum-
the bloody slush of who we could've been.
