And now it’s out. And I can go back to doing things like breathing, and thinking about things other than you. Reality is crazy sometimes I think, especially when it hits you hard. I don’t appreciate reality with you. I hardly notice it when we talk, honestly. I forget myself, and I forget who I pretend to be. You make it easy. Not to breathe, of course. But to forget. Sometimes we could all use a little less oxygen. I’m going to write a song called that. I hope you’ll like it. I hope it makes you smile.
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