Of course

Sight, smells, cities.

Bleak.

Beautiful beyond belief.

Mountains, oceans, valleys, creeks.

Anything to stop the leak.

Of blood that runs out my heart.

For what was lost and what's to start.

Consume, resume, occupy, busy.

Spin and spin until your dizzy.

Fill the void, fill the city.

With everything you ought to pity.

Yourself. Never. It's not a party.

Until the fat lady sings.

Yes. Until the fat lady sings.

Begin again.

Find a friend.

Hope, love, bleed.

Breathe.