Bad writer.
I haven't done a very good job of writing the last two years. I've taken a lot of pictures. I'm sorry, I guess.
I saw you on the freeway yesterday, I think. I wonder if you felt me pass. I wonder if that's you tugging at me or if it's the wilderness - dark and frightening.
Wilderness. That's what I called him. He laughed and said, you don't make sense.
If you could see the mess of words fumbling in my head, you might understand. Instead I'm adorable.
08.07.15 || 7:38 pm
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