For thousands of days and nights that followed, I’ve lived not like much of those my age.
Originally posted on Words for the Year:
I stopped going to therapy because I knew my therapist was right and I wanted to keep being wrong. I wanted to keep my bad habits like charms on a bracelet. I did not want to be brave. I think I like my brain best in a bar…
We both went to see the Marina that night, but never shall a time that is right, will come and let us see each other again in sight.