• realhope 9w


    You were the boy from my dreams. The one in my mind. When we were babies ; laying in cribs listening to the universe.
    And you begged god to send you a fucking angel. And I heard you. I tried to get to you. But once I found you we pushed each other away and had to rebuild our friendship again. That seems to always be the way of it. Push pull remember forget and relearn.
    At least since my head injury.
    I forget things and remember and then forget again.