dear friend,

i am away as you may know. though i doubt you miss my presence. i am alive and well if you are wondering. my whereabouts you need not know. all i can say is that i am far away, in the depths of the mountains near the water.

silver stars above
twinkling on a dark blue night
reminds me of you.

ironic, isn't it? i came here to forget. but here i am reminiscing. what have you done to me? the cynic i once was is dead. you killed her. i let you kill her.

you made me believe there is such a thing as love and magic. where is it now? where are you know? it's true what they say, sentimentality makes you blind. you have blinded me.

the rustle of leaves
echoing all through the night
gives peace, sleepless night.

i came here to forget. ironic, isn't it? reciprocity is my friend.

after eden,
diane