July 8 2025

I usually stop my daydreams in their tracks.
I could try and conquer night time, but
I wonder why that's where you're at.

It doesn't matter, right?
But maybe I'm indulging it.
I feel butterflies when I think about when I'll be where you slept.
It will smell like you;
Like back then.

Like the lost and found.
You're so sweet.
You let me stay around.

I thought we were friends ... I thought we were good friends. Don't you miss me too? I always tried...I tried to reach you. It was hard back then for me. Don't you know I tried? because I love you more than anything. Does that matter to you? I thought it did. at least a little bit... I thought. I don't know how to show you. I don't know how. am I stupid for wanting to?...maybe so....but you looked so happy. You looked so happy. You said it was different. Please don't do this. Maybe you are too different now. Maybe it's all too different

It's going to smell just like you. It's going to be so nice. If your stuff is gone, I might cry. Why else would they need me? Why? I'm going to talk to him today and I know I shouldn't ask about you but I want to so badly. I don't know why I feel this way but it's shaking me up. I wish it wasn't coming back to this but
I

I know it's going to be so nice
at least when I'm there
I know there will be remnants of you around..
at least...

What will you do if everything's moved?
Or "When..."
?
What then?
Collect all the scraps while you still can