To Ramona

It’s not like it ever means anything, unless you mean it.

I think the idea is to step so far forward that we forget what we were like 10 steps back.

It’s all coming to a close, a final buttoning up.

The house may go

The kids will go

The dogs will definitely go, eventually

“But it grieves my heart, love

To see you tryin’ to be a part of a world that doesn’t exist

It’s all just a dream, babe

A vacuum, a scheme, babe

That sucks you into feeling’ like this”

Easter Sunday, a waking up, a starting over, a fresh point of view.

Much love to you 🌷🌷