"Everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow -that, in short, we are all going".

You have become,
A withering tree
With grey leaves;
A shadow of my thoughts.

I scaled your peak
Of greivances and deviances,
As your twigs
Prickled my cheek.

And for me you created
A soul asylum,
A vivid map
To my anticipated destiny.

I loved you.
I sat in the sun
With sugary thoughts of you in my head
As you crumbled beneath me.

Written by: Niloo Farahzadeh