I don't want to drift away or apart, I don't want to fuck to stay warm, Or because it's easy. A simple vexation reaches through a cold room, Like channeled heat. I don't want to die for the wrong reasons Or far too early. I don't want to think about those things That effect other things. I can't deliberate on the nature of gifts, because isn't it gift enough to live half way decent if only for a few days?