Missed the Boat
Is it beautiful today? Can we ever really tell? The days that we can, were usually enjoying ourselves, and no one who was happy had anything to say except for silly little words about their precious one act play.
A fixer by nature fixing anything but myself; a mixture of what I made sure would lift my spirits and kill my health. And six or seven later, I manage to find the door; God damn it, I’ve gotten good at ignoring what I need anymore.












