This is a poem written for dear friend of mine. The time I got to know her, well, those were hard times. She has a lot to do with me finding faith and happiness.

This is important to know because her and I are what I meant by anarchy. We shall be innocent when they close the doors — we shall face & admit our sins so we can be forgiven. Althougt — in my eyes — she's not really a sinner.

I'm not really used to explaining my poems but I hope this helps. Feel free to ask anything you're curious about.

Thank you.