This life is just a beautiful burning wreck
of something that I wrote,
and all of it is fiction
but all of it keeps coming true.
Will you keep me on your mind?
Something about the rain,
everything about the heroes' river,
nothing about me, beside
my place in your universe.
Let's interface in winter.
I think about the end
and the beginning,
but I am trying to focus
on the middle more.
...just want to circle back.