where did you

Shams, he is not it. 

I keep trying, Shams

He's a wild horse, this one

No one keeps a wild horse, 

not if they want it to be wild

I watch from so far 

I've become the hill itself

with grass growing on me

WIld horses come close

but they never touch you

im sorry

im sorry you wrote my cat died and 

im sorry i told someone else 

was not enough

they said and they said and said are you okay

no no one asked me that

no one but i thought you might