Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.
It’s hard to show you that I tried unless you end up succeeding.
All this hoping for nothing-or someone-that’s maybe hopeless
The humans create life, and senselessly cause death. For nothing.
The handwriting was a girl’s. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.
Can we try to be wise with each other for a very long time?