I didn’t know it then but I will soon, anxious heart and madly stung. Every time the same thing. You’ve got to be far away to miss something. Not miss as in the feeling; miss as in the verb. And now here I am again you’re there tucked in envelopes in my pocket and where am I exactly?… still here, under strung lights (check!), still here with the pink pillow (check!), still here, the same banal chatter, over and over. Getting nowhere.
But when I try to distance myself, you always find your way back to me.
I’ll find some others to keep me company if you don’t mind, I’ll just wrap you up and remove you from sight. Maybe I’ll take long walks by the sea. Maybe I’ll stay up late in places I don’t really want to be in. And writing makes me feel better, it’s finally like saying goodbye, well the first few times are always the hardest, aren’t they… I’ve had too much practice in that.
and I’m going crazy now but if I can just hold on a few more months without you just a few more one day at a time you can do it atta girl that’s a good girl kala I can finally drive… drive!… away from you, or towards you. One goal at a time. Sometimes, there are friends better left unbefriended, but first things first and for the meantime I’m quite sorry, but you’re the number one on my list to disappear.
