atseaagain
There was always someone in the next room. I try to concentrate on drinking my coffee. The aroma of it pushing into my eyes, the insistent steaming.
there are all the almosts that keep me up at night. the almost you who almost touched me. the almost you who almost felt me. almost seen. almost known. and before all of the almosts can come true i am lost lost lost lost. almost there. almost here. almost came true.