Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.
Why do we feel the need to disconnect in order to connect?
It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are.
Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.
My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.
And who am I to blow against the wind?