Done with regular meals and catholic guilt,
but Lord i’m hungry for someone to make good with the bad I’ve built.
Is it just me or are there certain moments in life that you can physically feel are the end of an era?
Like driving away in a taxi from an old house, promising to see your soulmates soon, there’d be no reason not to,
and realizing it’s all completely over - however wellmeaning those promises were? However unintentional the drift?