Nothings wrong
Nothings wrong
Nothings wrong
Nothings wrong
….
Except I’m tired
Nothings wrong
Except I teared up for no reason other than imagining someone holding me and telling me that everything would be okay
Never mind that I don’t know what everything is
Nothings wrong
But my words come slowly if at all
What was a torrent is now leached slowly to the surface
Barely a trickle
Barely a mouthful
Nothings wrong
Except the distance and the daily
Nothings wrong
