No, I won't go. I want to stay here with you. Now, say what you need. Don't hesitate, make that call. If you need help scream, "Hey you!" Quietly one more time, "Hey you..."
Freckle said that timing things wrong - relationships in particular - is one of, if not the, worst part of this vexing life. She's right, as per usual. Just know, knuckles, that timing is irrelevant with me. Shout and I'll come get ya. Whatever it is you need help with, be it Swine 'flu or anti-terrorist ballistic missiles, I'll lend a hand (or get in the way trying).
Still cresting this strangely sober and sombre wave of happiness. I guess I've learned not to get carried away with anything. Feels refreshing. Not high, not low. Just good. The grass on this patch of land is long and lush. No one has stepped here in a long time.
I can't seem to get a flow going this evening, so I will bail out early. Lay your heads softly on your pillows. Turn out the lights.
What song do you hum to yourself when you walk alone?
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