Coffee consumption rising
We broke up and then I felt the dread. Like being lost in the woods on a cold autumn day. I saw an opportunity to recolor the leaves and took it. Things are bright and sunny as they were, but I still wonder: was it right? See, there’s someone else. Beautiful green eyes, long brown hair, and can throat sing just like me. My heart skips a beat, my legs feel weak, and yet I still hobble home to you.
Disjointed, disconnected, just like this prose.
