Dear Pivots in June.

I took a walk through the park because I needed a different view.

But all the while, I was out there searching for me and you.

The world started spinning, and I thought that I would die.

I told the bystanders to just bury me in the park, and tell my loved ones that I’d tried.

You see, I was far too vain to truly gasp for air.

For the fool at heart, vanity is considerably more useful than despair.

Heat exhaustion, but I caution- I’ll be back.

I’m just rising out of the flames of hell again- I do seem to have a knack.

That stiff upper lip is so classy, and I make it.

Stone-face, Stone-heart, yes, I do fake it.

Had to brace against a face lest I fall.

You see, the strong and true don’t perish without first proffering their all.

The lost lean on me because they know that I truly care.

And fickle human men may diverge from my life and into the air.