green takes the leaves. snow takes the sea.

i think that a loveless life should always be peaceful, just as love is hectic and disastrous and needy. do i crave the thing that never was?

simply, i miss the simple sea shell ear salty from the tears on the pillow. or how the lamp ghosts drew patterns on your arm like a sailor's tattoo.

the simplicity of it is that i want the thing that never was and never could be.