“I remind myself that you’re out there, somewhere”
Subject line: Random confession
Sometimes, when I’m walking on my tip-toes to keep my face out of the shit, I remind myself that you’re out there, somewhere. I tell myself again and again that you’re out having the time of your life. Riding your bike up some mountain. Taking a train to distant, wonderful galaxies. Having a drink with a couple of friends. Fucking your boyfriend. Dancing around to that music I don’t like. Discussing the metaphysical ramifications of a bowl of frosted flakes. Whatever it is you may do, I say it over and over until I finally feel crazy enough to get back to work.
And I love you for that, in my own special way.
