I don't get it. I really don't.
But at the same time I do.
But how can you have drifted that far
in such a short time?
I've said it a million times,
and I wasn't happy either.
But as soon as my faith is somewhat
restored,
as soon as we've made it past one hurdle... and I think there's hope...
There's nothing. But myself.
And most of the time I can wrap my head around it.
But right now, right at this exact second. I'm sadder
and more apathetic than I've ever felt before.
It'll pass, this feeling... But how could you leave me with nothing?
And go off on your own.
There's this old maple tree, towering into the sky in the back of my folks house... I'm off to sit under it.
