its hard
to write when youve got 8 billion other thigns running through your mind. yes, eight billion, exaggeration? nope. and mingled in those 8 billion is seeing a guy running outside the window, down the street, in the falling snow. and you cant help but wonder where he’s going and hoping he gets there. sincerely hoping. lately i cant stand seeing couples. and i hate that. same spot. new day.
