I went to look at the moon.
It was so red.
It was so creepy.
I felt like someone was behind me and my toes on the cold concrete just made things less comforting.
I ran back inside, shut the door and got back under my covers.
That was cool.
What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it. you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness. I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.
For the past four months, I daydreamed about running into you, going to get pie with you like old times, just seeing you again. It’s the only thing I’ve thought about every day and on Wednesday, it’s going to happen. I’m going to see you and already I’m losing my breath. I can’t believe it’s going to happen and maybe I really shouldn’t. With my luck you’ll cancel at the last minute or just won’t even show up. Then it’ll be back to daydreaming everyday. Please, don’t cancel. Don’t forget me.