Wither Me Timbers

My many friends have many lives. And in some of those lives, I am not in it.

I only have one. One where no matter whom I am with, I would always feel the absence of the others I love.

VS

Hey you. Yes you. Hi. Yeah. The soul to my usually nameless songs, the 'her' to my childish poetry. Hello. Tomorrow is all we have.


Or maybe they're all one and the same?