i became tired,
from knowing,
more than,
I could,
apprehend.

and the night,
was
full,
of liars,
and thieves.

but the way,
the wind spoke,
was simply,
a way to,
express oneself.

or will the,
nosebleed still,
go on,
and fill my hands,
with wine.

if you would,
go,
then i would,
sit down,
and drink tea.