Pelafina

I don't think I'll be commenting on these scheduled posts anymore.

I just don't need constant reminders of the state I was in a year ago. I have enough reminders of the state I'm in currently. I suppose by now you must have realised that not all these posts were ones I scheduled.

An unrelated poem. It reminds me of someone's mother.

"Before you'd given death a name
Like bear or crocodile, death came
To take your mother out one night.
But when she'd said her last good night
You cried, "I don't want you to go",
So in her arms she took you too."