You keep thinking about the fact that there are people you can call when you're hanging out on the 8th floor but tonight I realized that there are moments when you don't have the will or power to pick up the phone and dial a number, not even that you can't begin to attempt and explain why you feel this way.
I know there are enough words to explain this feeling but I don't know those words so I just sit here drowning in it.
Sometimes I would give anything to make you feel what I feel right now but the second after I realize I don't want to put you through anything worse than great.
There's blue flowers and there are sheets and they're so soft and S keeps asking me if I feel better and I keep smiling at her.
But I don't know how long this will last,
I keep reading about people feeling somewhat like this and I joke about it but I don't realize that they can be gone tomorrow.
And now you're gone.
But that's just me, overly emotional, ladeda word word word word.
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