Objectives

lean on me to lend to you a piece of honesty,

-Never forget that i chew razors of pithy words-

, On the tip of my tongue and on the point of my pen

there will be no dearth; there will be more than you anticipate (harsh as well)

And you will fall remorseful.  i will remain apathetic.

-i might have compassion sometimes, 

but not when it comes to this.-

~And i ask myself; Can i get the point across in seven lines? and i ask you; what do you anticipate?

Love,

Digress.

P.S. SOMETHING is coming... i dread it, but look forward to ITS arrival.