Sundays we are kind.

Other days the kindess dips.

Kindness all the days.




He had a different spin on the same axis as me,

Alike at the core, we came to different conclusions.

He was an astronaut to my mind, I was a life guard to his soul.

But he chose cement shoes and duct tape for his mouth and decided to drown.

The hero of my heart is gone and I am left spinning on this lonely planet.