I like the way you tell me you “have been happy,” as if you can already feel it slipping away. It must be quite something, to suddenly feel your feet trembling on a tightrope you didn’t realize you were walking.
Look down. I dare you.
I like the way you tell me you “have been happy,” as if you can already feel it slipping away. It must be quite something, to suddenly feel your feet trembling on a tightrope you didn’t realize you were walking.
Look down. I dare you.