i wish i had never, i wish i had never, i wish i had never.
everything is a grey area, and everything is a blur.
if i hadn't, would you love me now? you could love me anyways?
the glass of water is full, is half empty, is barren.
i would break all the rules again if i had to.
i miss the damp clay sand, the cold foam on the shoreline.
too many lines were written without your consent, i know.
this far in the novel, can you forgive my transgressions?
as i forgive those who trespass against me.
in ten, twenty, fifty years, i will look back quietly.
the months are long, coins and dollars at a time.
there is hyperemotion where there is no consensus of emotion.