up and typing into here.
what now? where to from here?
visit looms and I still don't know if it's a good idea.
but god I want to.
then again it's not about what I want
because if everything was what I want this post
would never be here.
I don't know what I'm doing.
up from dreams, up in soaked bed,
wrapped around a damp pillow that's no(t/w) mine?
What to do with pillow? books? toothbrush?
I don't know. it's going to be time before I can
answer that. going to take time until I comprehend
and understand -
gone.
you know, you'd think after all the times I said with a smile
that this doesn't seem real,
I could just shrug it off.
You're a part of me and under my skin and Rachel?
I don't know what to do.