Sudden and striking.

To you,

I am seasonal.

Just like when
the rain drops
and the leaves fall.





So dramatic and refreshing,
but soon enough
you get weary
and want the snow.

Say what you will.

For such are false apostles.

I used to nanny for a lawyer in town.
One of the two children was named Raven.
At the age of six, she held her puppy underwater.





She recently made this for her father.
I need not explain any further
why I no longer care for his children.



(Maybe with the exception that
I dreamt she chased her sister and I
with a chainsaw).

Still light.

How can I tell
when I am succeeding
compared to
when I am failing
if I do not even know
the difference
anymore?