Something we can all die to | 2015-09-17
I am trying not to think about you.
I am trying not to think about you
every
day.
Every
damn
day.
And in making a conscious decision to not think about you, I am thinking about you.
Every
day.
Every.
Damn.
Day.
You are forever in my head and in my heart; still tangled up in the grey matters and the rib bones; rooted.
How do we become content?
When do we become content?
Every. Single. Day.