let me call on the ghosts of positivity(+) on this one. let their great winds blow across the plains down our fragile city state streets to my open core of a being. cold as the folded corners of the lyric sheet of a joy division vinyl. 
for all ive seen is disappointment. and i wish to know her face no more. 
we come from simple… SIMPLE places. and we return to simple. SIMPLE places. 
a breath is a wish, dreamed and come true. and everything you say, and everything you do… comes from and to, the same exact place. 
thank you for today. thank you for you, though i see you even-ing it out as i try to just bask in the light that i have become… just know, that i accept it all… as the ocean accepts the life and death singing in its waves and underneath.
MAHALO.