it started in 2002,
when i had bad dreams,
of flying elephants,burning shopping malls,
and of course, death.
every once in a while,
death wants to be my buddy.
so i make him a princess
in the reaches of my not so sane mind.
and of course there's milo, my pet mouse.
the world moves, so fast,
so chaotic, so weirdly.
we struggle, we fall,
we celebrate, we destroy.
memories become the best times of our lives,
and tragedy the worst, indirectly.
and of course there's milo, my pet mouse,
he died.
