getting knocked down has become part of my mourning routine
we all want a second chance; to run- or jump fly dance a second chance to dance. i want to dance dance until i can't feel my legs and we have to fly away
it's like time- paused; and we came back picked up exactly where we left out. it was never perfect but on late nights i never wanted to be anywhere else- but they took me away cuffed in a back seat. processed & told to wait; wait until-
it's like we turned the clock; left everything the way it was, except for us. i've changed. either for good or for bad- the road traveled left scars memories; made a lot of 2nd opinions on things once ruled out. to give everything a second chance so life doesn't have anymore what ifs.
sometimes just sometimes i come out of this deep hole that i burried to see the sun in all it’s glory go see a movie boba maybe a new hoodie and shortly return to the hole and consider doing that again next week. (maybe)
first idea after we landed was a cheeseburger with grilled diced onions. that detail was everything yes you need a good burger but without that singular topping; i'd have passed on any other burger
they'd never believe the whole story; it's too wild- weak to week; i knew i was wrong- for the right reason i was wrong. the clock never hit 7pm, for our sunset- i remember those nights they'd never believe we'd wake one day apart talking about a sunset together