and my heart never really knows
what it wants from its options
it only knows what it can't have
it wants.
yet, I am loyal
I am true to those I love and what I vow
and that must count for something...
somewhere?
someone?
if someone is out there counting
or maybe it is remembered
in the hearts of those I have loved...
maybe they remember
and perhaps it gives them joy
I hope
or maybe my scattered
thoughts and ideas
and clothing and papers
and
wishes
cover up
the good that lives in me,
making me blend with
the masses...
which I guess will be ok
as long as one
remembers.