I forgot what I wrote in my head. I often do. & that’s why it comes out so stream of consciously conscious.
Some memories are good but I forget you’re in them with me & then it’s a fight. Or a rabbit hole. Most recently: silence. Headphones in. Dis. Connected. You’re not here. I’m gone too.
I’m so tired of being anxious every day. I won’t ever love you as much as I did before I met you.
Here’s to reincarnation.
Step Into My Office, Baby