I write these words for you often. Because sometimes we all need to know that we are not alone in feeling alone. And sometimes being alone together makes us less alone, which is all we ever really need in this world. This is for you. For me. For us. For the world. Meant for those moments we just need to feel again.
Friday, March 7, 2014
The Clock was Slow
I know I'm late, again, but I'm on my way. Got stuck in traffic. I'll burst through the doors with roses in one hand and scribbled words in the other. Just for you. I'm on my way.
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