To Ramona
Mar 31, 2024
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 🌷🌷