I would just like to say that I have not gone to sleep in two days and I swore I would never return to this house. But I missed a flight this morning, and my heart is kind of hurting too.
You did not break my heart, but you danced on it. And now I kinda wanna dance too.
It smells like wine. I’m currently sitting on a couch. I’m in a city I don’t know with people I don’t know. No one is talking, but there is music. I feel unusually safe here, which is, well, unusual. But, I can be myself here. Here, I can sit on a couch and write about the strangers around me and not (necessarily) be the weirdest one in the room. Albeit, I am still me. And I probably am still the weirdest one in the room.