Sometimes, I’d prefer to be left alone. Alone with these thoughts and all the words that I have collected over the years. It’s the only time I don’t think about you.
I can write and write and not be affected by your thoughts that are always lurking around. Do you read what I write? Should I even be bothered? I think I’m going to answer ‘no’ to both my questions.
Do you see what’s happening? I’ve already let that lurking thought in.