It's like a scar. It's pink for a time and then it fades. But it will always be a scar. A reminder of the thing that left it. You can't just remove a scar, especially the really deep one. You bang it on the table or catch a glimpse of it in the mirror just …
weight of words
In this second I am sitting in my office chair sucking in air and feeling the weight of words I wish I'd waited to hear. I wish tomorrow was the day I was walking into the club. And that tomorrow I would see you stand slowly and awkwardly to catch my attention. And all the …
Dixie's Road Trip 