I feel like I’m crashing and burning and I’m dragging you down with me. I’m sorry for being a shit person.
I’m sorry I’m not what you deserve.
You found paradise in the Pacific Northwest. Somewhere between that mountain range and the stress stuffed in every corner of your brain. The mist blew across your face and you forgot every anxious thought you’ve ever had. All those lost opportunities and loves. All those days missed hiding in the comfort of your mind. You sat on the front porch of your consciousness and you could finally breathe.