“21 guns”; green day plays on the speakers at full volume, because i need to tune out the world and hear my own thoughts. this is what i am thinking, right in the now.
i wish i could, i wish i could. but i can’t.
so much going on, so many plans, so many ifs, so many inadequacies.
the rambos, do not realise how much i miss them, now that we have our little cocoon of happy.
i just hear your story; unadulterated.
there is this sense of suffocation; of the inability to move, or think, or rest.
need space, need space, need space.
just let me breathe a little, please?