i'm having a lot of trouble with words. saturday started something. and it didn't stop for a long time. and it hurt. and it felt good. and i loved it. and i wish it'd never ended. and i want to go sit on a pile of dirt with some music and a hoodie and maybe it'll just kinda pick up where it left off. it won't. i'm not saying it'll never happen again. but you just don't ask them to. they pick and choose. you don't get to choose the day your life changes forever. i guess i'm grateful for that. i wouldn't be able to choose. so i'm glad i didn't. but i'm even more glad that it happened.
my life changed.
and i wore the same pair of jeans for three days.
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I really like the way you write.
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