drifting-musician

I've already left. So disconnected, staring through the fog of my sleep-needing brain at you, and I don't realize what's going on. You are speaking. What are you saying? I cut you off; your good intentions are too much right now. I don't want to go there. Why not? Because. Because is not a good answer. Fine. Of course it's not. So here's your precious answer-- Because you're going there. And I'm staying here. Even if I went there with you, or you stayed here with me-- It just wouldn't work. Why? Does it matter? Yes. Because you are you. And I am me. And we are so similar. Our sameness makes us better together.