one hundred-seventy six.

peace of mind.

there would be no purpose

for me to deny the nostalgic

patterns created by the absence

of your being -

i trust that all is well and

i believe you are fixated inside

a peace of mind because energy

filtrates the same way that water does -

it flows and it flows and it rolls

in a meditated state that flourishes

any chaotic depressors that attempt

to ruin the fixation of you, of all -

i would be lying if i said i didn't miss

you for even a second.

you were the preface in my novel,

i'm waiting for the next page to complete.