RIP Kimber

Goodbye language of love.


I hardly knew you,
yet grew fond of the idea that you'd help me become something out of reach.


I guess that's why they call it the blues.


These days, ambition and drive have slowly subsided.


Time drags on,
leaves begin to fall,
and the attention span of everyone, anywhere, flounders.


RIP Kimber.


Just when you were getting somewhere.