It feels like going backward but that’s okay.
It feels like the foam on the top of cold beer and, you know, that’s okay too.
Let’s blur our vision together. Let’s take a second to breathe. Swig.
Turn the tape over put that song on repeat.
Let’s start again.
I miss you. Each word a pixel stacked one on top of the other. Too close now to see the big picture. The whole picture. Any picture.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
Wipe away that tear.
You’ve made your choice. There’s nothing left to do but wait.
Wait and see.
The Boxer Rebellion – If You Run