this is bad writing
but sometimes it just has to come out.
when I'm awake I'm sure I could make something out of this. but that's not really the point.
there are a lot of times in my life that I'm thinking of right now where I should have followed.
someone leaves the room crying -- I should have followed.
someone disappears into a crowd, into danger -- I should have followed.
these are promises that I'm breaking:
"I will help you, I will protect you, we are friends;
I know you, I see you, I love you."
and ive failed.
ive let fear get between me and what's important.

I don't want to be that person anymore
I want to be real; I want to be me
but it's hard.

Comment is about through a windshield (11-25-2023) (blog)

Original item by Zach Dafoe