Was driving around, thinking about something I wrote the other day.
“I got Thoughts about two of them making the decision for me.”
I also meant what I wrote before it, that I am fine with not having to spend a life committed to (insert their activities).
But, you know. I was open to it at whatever time.
Hanging out in West Virginia (can you imagine?) … flying to Chicago (and seeing the outside of a hotel eventually) … shit, helping to care for their kid(s)?
All seems so useless now.
Maybe they knew me better than I wanted them to.
Or maybe whoever they COULD afford to marry was just pieces of me they didn’t take the time to see.
Look, nothing will pass me by that is meant for me.
And nothing that ISN’T meant for me will stay.
I got room in my bed (it is a nice bed) but not for any sort of could’ve beens.
This girl only sleeps with butterflies.
So go on and fly, boy.
I should really put Tori Amos’ show on my calendar so I don’t book a trip to Tokyo or something that day.