To my Nebulae: ((to my disarray))
the sun shines so diffrently
wrapped up in my own self misery
I think of how we used to be
all the sweet love she gave to me
thinking of how she said 'i set her free':
and she is no longer with me
i dont know what to do
without you,
no matter what you say, my love
wont go away
to my nebluae, to my disarray
J.T. "In the Mornings, and at Nights"
