I circled send it, I guess we’re leaving it…my blood boils but one can’t lose control…respect. Exactly, respect! Why do you torture me with words I know not to be true?!
My eyes shed a tear only my bones can feel, rolling down inside my skin. Leaving its trace all over the place shouting “fresh off, the press we’re starting over again?!” With a solemn grin…I’m home once again. Enjoy your new creation, sent with way back love.