I’m writing you a letter,like I always do,when you fall apart on Sunday afternoons. Monday night,it was raining when I texted you.I couldn’t quite understand how my body was here,but my soul was with you.Little things are like glue,always keeping us together.And no one really knows me better than you do. Tuesday morning came around,left…
Tag: week
Oleka
The awareness of how few days are memorable. Another day, another week, another year. We’ve heard this song before. Our lives are built of the same few notes, repeated over and over. It’s not a grand symphony, full of surprises. It’s a song sung in canon, that simply carries on until the tune gets stuck in your…