William Coleridge

Was it you, who left, or was it me?

I don't know

But you're not here...

And if I refuse to believe the truth of this road, what is left for me to do...?

Nothing has changed

I'm still the same old me

With the same regrets I had at fifteen

and I still long for every girl the world has ever known.

November 8, 2025

Dear Elizabeth,

In response to your question, I must say: I am not hopeless. To be hopeless is to be nothing.

Just sometimes I wish the world offered a secret refuge, just for a few minutes—to breathe, to smoke, to forget—and then to return, as if nothing had happened.

Take Care,

Willi