His edginess gets to me.
He’s tight and his words come slow,
as if it’s painful to release them.
I want to know if he’s okay
but haven’t the courage to ask.
Besides, I know he’s not,
it’s just a matter of degree.
So I fold up my worry
and carry it outside
to the sun, and let it
bake the fear out of me.
A Favorite QuoteLife is really simple but we insist on making it complicated. ~ Confucius