For now.

I collapse when you cry
I hurt when you hurt.
I fear you're in pain
I can only try
to help
somehow
I don't know what I'm doing
or whether it does any good
My words
don't come out right
I'm too far away
to offer you my shoulder
fingers to keys
thoughts late at night
are all
I have
to give.

For now.

I like blogs.

I can't think of anything else right now.

Except that I have to go write some poetry for English.

And do some synthetic division in Algebra

Because we are kindergartners again, but we play with imaginary numbers instead of imaginary friends.

How complex. (Hardy har har)