So why do I often leave myself open for others;
They enter through a sturdy front door and always leave the house worse off than when they came. It seems that they collect bits and pieces of my soul on their journey, and then discard them in a forgotten corner on the way out. And I guess it is my true achilles heel - wanting to give more than I take. Maybe that's why I hardly ever feel like a person these days
I wish that I could drive from here to the moon just so I could look down and watch the world pass.
DRIVING HER TO THE MOON would be a helluva title, too.
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