"So, you're happy, huh?" he says in disbelief.
He asks me this question several times during our two-hour get-together, trying to understand how I could feel so much happier about my life than he
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I muse my bed
deep think to the ceiling
I hungry the biscuit tin
lazy the sofa
watch an old war film—in each shot a horse dies
I worry a text
riot emojis
laugh and cry and laugh and cry
until I'm all wrung out
sometimes I feel a compulsion to fall in love
ponder the beauty of jointly planning a life
sometimes I feel a burning need to tear open
the car door at high speed
just to see what happens
deep think to the ceiling
I hungry the biscuit tin
lazy the sofa
watch an old war film—in each shot a horse dies
I worry a text
riot emojis
laugh and cry and laugh and cry
until I'm all wrung out
sometimes I feel a compulsion to fall in love
ponder the beauty of jointly planning a life
sometimes I feel a burning need to tear open
the car door at high speed
just to see what happens