time is still flowing. as relentless as ever. we're both
still here. i don't know where else to go so i always come
back to you. time and time again. there's a bed there for me
to sleep. a cutlery set and mug just for me too. you've
slowly carved room in your life for me. when i tap on the front
door ever so lightly, it caved in. i have a spare key now.
it's interesting. over time i've gained a second home. i
still feel some type of way about it all. like an imposter
who's crossing some sort of boundry. sometimes it's home.
sometime's it's outside of my comfort zone. same way with
you. please smile at me more. i like compliments. i hate
attention, but i like having yours. it's weird to me also.
saying please. it's odd. like you have the upper hand. i have
an inferiority complex. i'm working on it. sigh.