I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.
feeling worse by the hour and hoping my second overnight shift in four days won’t push me over the edge of sickness. anytime i’m about to get some awful illness, it all collects in my back and makes my spine and ribs ache and that’s been happening since last week.+ 0
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.