I know what I knew, but they're some
things that you take home with you. Ask
me if it's alright. I can(‘t) fake it out until
I'm fine, later than I hope I should. I un-
derstand it's where I stood.
(& given-up slow-to-speak:
"I broke out & went back to me.")
turning down.
I find myself on either side ("O, pa-
tience keeps me just alive, catching on &
caching out.") I wish that I could see you
now. Call me if you're crawling, too.
("I hope someday I'll have
someone like you.")