written in two minutes

listening to adele on car rides home
from the past

to the present

provides the perfect set up

for endless reminiscing and ruminating on

what could have been

like your hands in mine,

your shoulder holding me,

your words in my ear,

you and


the problem with the past?

it doesn’t exist anymore.


(sorry for the lack of posting…i am quite literally bursting with words and ideas but quite literally the most busy and hustley-bustley i’ve been all year)

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