before it goes out
I waste another conversation. And then the years.
There is something old about Fridays. I get stuck in thoughts that I failed my family, failed the manuscript, failed this brief light on Earth--certain friends that I love more than they will ever know. I want to escape into Monday, begin again, and maybe get a few moments of my life right.
Before it goes out.
There is something old about Fridays. I get stuck in thoughts that I failed my family, failed the manuscript, failed this brief light on Earth--certain friends that I love more than they will ever know. I want to escape into Monday, begin again, and maybe get a few moments of my life right.
Before it goes out.