Wish You Hadn’t

No music for this one.
Music is a comfort, and oftentimes, an escape.
Some facets of reality are no less than themselves, and trying to cheapen them–to dull their impact–is no less than pretending you’re not alive.

“Wish You Hadn’t”

There are times I forget you aren’t there any more.
Like trying to kick a habit I never wanted to quit.
Like checking my pocket for smokes knowing I haven’t smoked in years.
I could use one now.

Little things come creeping back long after I thought I’d shut them o...