surviving

I can't think of anything that'll make me walk out.

No one even knows how hard life was. I don't even think about it now because I finally found you.

I know that we've got problems. I plan to address them another day.

Relax, it's benadryl. Not Percocet.

A movie plays in my mind.

It wasn't my idea. The cocktail of things that twist neurons inside but without them, I'd die.

They ask me "where have you been?" and I wanna say but they won't understand that I have been in my dreams.