The whole world is trying to tell me to move on, that it will be alright. It shows from the music I happen to listen to, to the book I'm reading, from the lips of those around me.
I hold the hand of this very wonderful man. Despite being heavily intoxicated, he drags himself out just to be by my side. I let my pasts flow by and my undetermined future slip away from my mind. Today is where I belong. And yes, I should plan my week ahead.. but it's entirely alright to let my future remain in my tomorrows. They haven't arrived yet.
If the world is conspiring to bring me forward, I shouldn't be selfish to hold myself back.
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