Saponification


I think of you often, and hope we see each other again as soon as possible. Until such time, may the winds be at your back, the dice be kind, and the gods turn the occasional blind eye.

sincerely yours,
beyond the clouds,
beyond the son,
the rebel without a cause.

ffundamentallyloathsome asked: Are those notes your personal poems or song lyrics?

A bit of both. The most recent ones were song lyrics, but I have a lot of personal writing in my archive, too.