By Mac Guerreiro
No distractions today, just all the feelings spilling out of me faster than eye can decipher them. No one’s arms to lie in…. how convenient. The feeling of abandonment is even more visceral when eye’m the one doing the abandoning. So eye cry. All. The. Way. Home.
Maybe eye’ll sleep when eye get there because in all honesty eye don’t know how to bring myself to do the next right thing. How to bring myself to feel better. Eye don’t know that eye want to feel better.
That has to be okay. So eye’ll let it be. At least for today.
Mystical Mac 