No change, of heart

I was planning on calling you after so long.

I was planning on saying I’m sorry.

I was planning on telling you it was all my fault.

I was planning on crying, for once.

But I was out of quarters.

I am Cone Alone.



I’ve been coming here for the last four years. I knew what I would find.

I would find what I lost on the other side. What I cannot reach.

I don’t see a solution. I feel we may always be separated.

If only I get could get a message through.

“I’m ok. I’m here.”

“I miss you.”

I am Cone Alone.

Asphyxiophilia was never in Hamlet

I never knew autoerotic asphyxiation would be so complicated.

I am all choked up.

I am Cone Alone.

Now I can finish that Chuck Palahniuk book

*note: Today’s subject is fine and still enjoys safe breath play to this day.