Sometimes I wake up and my heart is just aching, and I want to curl up and take naps for days. Right now I'm missing something I don't have & I'm longing to relieve my dusty memories. My head is foggy and I want soup. I'm yearning, craving, itching for the future. Maybe my future is on the horizon. Maybe the horizon is "an imaginary line that recedes as you approach it." Maybe he was right about me. Maybe in secret I want another six years together.
1 comment:
So wise. I feel as though I too, "want soup." Truly inspiring.
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