I want to have a serious conversation with him but I don't know where to start. My heart beats faster as the seconds tick by and I still haven't responded to his, "what's up," text.
My mind starts racing with all the possible things he could say if I go through with this, I decide to send him my message, "nothin' much, you?"
Because in the end, it will always just be nothin' much until I learn that the right words can create paths toward the future; a future where him and I aren't just, friends.
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humans
Poetry"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
