i'll be around

No. I'll not talk about me. I'll refuse that.

I already saw how your light got scared

tracing me at all gymnastic's apparatus

of grammar's fantasy, which I called 'em,

poetically, (free verses), (essences) a.s.o.

No. I will not lend, to anybody, my shoes.

It's risky. It'll make your darkness, as well,

to hide, or even more, to evaporate itself.

Also, I don't want that. You need a balance.

I hope that your own wishes get fulfilled,

and next to your joys and loves, will drip

more drops of,  — happiness, love, money,

healthiness, inspirations, and marvelous

hours next to the ones you truly cherish.

Hope your new choices be without errors.

If I've been your life's mistake, I have hope

you learned a lesson and will be no repeat.

Hope you'll have a happy holiday. I wish you.

My thoughts are true. Will travel to this space

of the hazard. Some will find them, some not,

some will simply ignore them. But it's okay.☺

As for me, I'll be around still, keep being me,

reading, writing, finding beauty in chaos. But

if you'll trap yourself in a pareidolia set… well,

I'll not apologize for it. After all, I'm faultless.