Gone for Good

I am listening to The Shins in a four poster bed under a big, white comforter in my favorite T-shirt. My blinds are open and I can see the rain changing its mind. I can see leaves surrendering, after all that. It's when spring peeks out that I feel like letting go, too.

I love The Shins. I love U2. Evaluating my admiration of people makes me nervous. People evaluating their admiration of me makes me nervous.

Maybe I'll teach lessons on love letter writing, after all. All that's missing from a scenario described to me in such a letter is its author. And that's just life, and so I'm not sad about it. We describe what we want as best as we can, and then we change, and what we wanted happens to someone else. And they sit on their four poster bed under a big, white comforter and wonder where their scenario is.

We're all too lonely not to be connected.

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"You want to fight for this love
But honey you cannot wrestle a dove
So baby it's clear

You want to jump and dance
But you sat on your hands
And lost your only chance

Go back to your hometown
Get your feet on the ground
And stop floating around"