I woke up feeling like death today. I woke up with a clawing urge to text you and ask you how you’ve been; if you’ve been doing good, hoping you would ask me if I have been too.
I woke up feeling like death today. I woke up knowing exactly what would make me feel better. It wasn’t my work, friends or money in my bank. It was the familiarity and understanding that was what I craved like a stoner to a joint;
A sad, heart wrenching ebb of warmth from leftover distant memory.