i get myself...
in so much trouble. hah.
i cling to what i knew. i saw exactly what was true, but oh no more. that’s why i hold. that’s why i hold with all i have, that’s why i hold. 9 months yesterday, and it still doesn’t seem real.
a cue from nature;
run outside during a thunderstorm. that downpour, that conquered hesitation, that exhilaration, that’s what unlonely is like.