404. 23/1/16 (#397)
It's strange how bright the darkness shines,
Without logic, or care or sense.
Only laughter remains for us,
And sweet crazy grins,
And skipping for no real reason but,
It's odd how conversations stream,
From awkward to flowing to too long,
But always they lead to,
Hurting ribs from,
Of simple bliss.
It's weird how things end up,
Always the same but never the same,
Journey getting there,
Always a goodbye, departure,
No matter how hard to leave,
We always must,
Until next time.