It hurts that she she could think i could forget her or just stop loving her. She could be in diapers hooked up to a feeding tube in the hospital, not even being able to remember who i was and that wouldnt change one damn thing. August 2014
That's my mind, except it's not in black and white. It's full of colors, more colors than there are in giant box of crayons, and through the center and coiling around the colors runs a back thread. That is where I store my useless information.