For the remainder of my existenceI wish to meet "non stubborn" peopleThe ones a little rough around the edgesAnd kindness in their heartsI wish to see warm smiles and easy eyesPeople who would cry with me when tragedy strikesBut when I spill tea and call me a goofI wish to meet people who see that …
I write to hold on to some of it : lingering thoughts, fleeting ideas, fading memories and love.
