Ode to the one I have known..

The chill in the air, tells me,
The snail, I will always be
What is, and could be will never stop to haunt me.
Like a sailors taedium  'cause of ocean
A grown ups nostalgia for innocence.
My life will always be a void without you
Though my mind wants you to grow.
To set on happiness all alone
My heart it weeps at the thought of forlorn...

Jazz

Here it is the most beautiful of my analogies I could ever come up with to define Jazz.

Jazz is like an orgasm you don't even understand what it is, when you first experience it. But when you do understand it, you enjoy it better.

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Catapultam tristis sum.