the sidewalks are watching me think about you
sorry. can/t explain it. i weep for what was, and what i left, and if i had it all to do again, i/d do it all the same and still be here with the tears. it was all smoke. and that doesn/t mean it was or is less than we thought. it just means that it/s in the very nature of it to not stay. and i can/t feel guilt for that. and i don/t. i just, i just miss it is all.