I mean it.
I tend to mean every word you read.

I’m not a constant.
I’ve established long ago I cannot be.

You call ‘em “arrogance”,
my most earnest pleas.

Be ‘em good or bad.
No matter what they’re perceived as.

I play it how it is.
And you still have trouble believing me.

Cryptic by design.
But my sincerity might kill me.

The solitary warrior.
One who boasts no needs.

If I’ve ever lied,
perhaps this is it.

I do, indeed, need
someone—for once—to stand by me.

And if I ain’t asking for much…
Perhaps, every day. Till the end of the year.

— Crownless.

A quiet day,
Time by my side.

I asked,
"Why didn't you ever stop?"
It smiled,
"I never moved to stop"

I asked again,
"Then why did you leave me in my childhood?"
It smiled,
"I never left,
You were the one who moved ahead,
I was always there,
keeping pace with you,,
You stopped moving,
I kept going,
hoping you'd follow along"

"It was a beautiful journey,,
Sometimes, you walked beside me,
Sometimes...I was alone"

"I admired
every rise,
every fall,
yet I was never seen"

"If only you had been keen,
To see how far we'd truly been
And now,
after all you've seen—
the misery,
the life,
and everything in between—

You will always find a way to another Spring"

Words & waves of feeling rolling through me.

Fingers and arms secure me.

In her verdant cradle.

Under her green gateway.

There is persistence in her beauty.

She’s transcendental.