I often wake up falling
In and out of fantasies
Following a rabbit into its' rabit hole
Not knowing where I went wrong.
I often miss you intensly
Grocery shopping is not an opportuned time
Dinner will always be ready
Call me next year.
I often want to believe
There's so much good in affirmation
Dodging the nay-sayers
Still no sleep.
*And I write because I'd rather spill words than tears, but my breaths all gone even though I'm still here*
