If I lose it now, I will lose you, too. I know that. I hate it.
Now when I have to remember a date, all I have to do is consult my rap sheet.
This is my life, I think. I am an accumulation of objects.
gravity, n. I imagine you saved my life. And then I wonder if I'm just imagining it.
But the thing about a cry for help is that someone else needs to be around to hear it.
Sometimes when you hit send, you can imagine the message going straight into the person's heart. But other times, like this time, it feels like the words are merely falling into a well.