Fog
It’s early I’m driving through the clouds, windows down, as the humidity sticks coldly to my arms.
Warmth of the sun, chill of the wind - and my music blaring. Pushing each next letter into my brain with the strength of many, all following. I’m happy now, I hope you are too. We’ve had the talk about being happy, and I’m just looking for the more or less sort of happy here. No pressure.
“If you like it, I will like it too”.
Yesterday I had some commotion occur between two very good friends of mine. They both have their issues, as do we all - but most importantly… they’re both worth it. The words said at the end of the day never mattered to me all that much, compared to the actions at least. Every human is worth it though many won’t agree if you tell them they are
You’re worth it, you know.
