Absolute rubbish

I used to have friends.

I like to pretend they were swept away in the endless currents of life, taking us all on different paths of career, adventure and family.

If I’m honest, they probably left because I was always talking trash.

I am Cone Alone.


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.