Meh, so I tweaked the concept a little. It’s for inspiration only after all 😛 the jovial wanderer roam the night sky live out in the cold pick fights with comets fights i always win hide myself in cloud & revel in storms my heart…

This is not a love poem to a person. I have left many of them behind, and none of them have chosen to stowaway in my heart or mind or otherwise to be remembered. This is not a love poem to the home I left…