Running this shit.
It’s good to be back.
In several seconds of a song or a slight smirk of irritation, something like life resides in an emotional memory. It takes me back to your car, or standing above you as you type.
When I hear it, I feel like I’m healing.
It didn’t go away. It just changed.
It just changed.
It didn’t go away it just changed.
Look how far you’ve come.
#3 and #6
I am having my own experience.
What an fascinating concept.