We laughed. We drank. He was somewhere far off while I sat with my friends and debated whether I should text him. I think I’m losing my focus. But then again these shifts are making me sit on my ass and write about those flies that slam against window screens. They keep trying to escape the same place over and over. Reminds me of myself. I slip the screen open and let it free. I close my eyes and try get away but it all just keeps me here. I want to get away. I want to stay so I don’t miss the things that matter. I’m alive so alive. I can barely close my eyes for a second. That’s what this is, right? Well, I’m going to keep shooting for the best way to enjoy this this. I’m going to keep trying my best to love and be loved. Some days will be better others will need work. Keep grasping my hand please.
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