Thursday, June 11, 2015


I wish I'd hung out with my mom on the last day
I was upstairs and she was downstairs
I went to the kitchen and she came in, but I was in a hurry or too busy and she left first anyway to get back outside
That stuff hurts your heart
If they gave me a do over about anything...

I don't have anything philosophical to say
In general everything that seemed to be a problem is just air that blew away and doesn't exist anymore
But this thing, I think about

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