And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself.
Please don’t start your day with broken pieces of yesterday
I need you, and I never need anyone.
Home is where you are loved the most and act the worst.
You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that?
And I said,
Where do I put it down?