Every day I come by your house and I pick you up. And we go out. We have a few drinks, and a few laughs, and it’s great. But you know what the best part of my day is? For about ten seconds, from when I pull up to the curb and when I get to your door, ‘cause I think, maybe I’ll get up there and I’ll knock on the door and you won’t be there. No goodbye. No see you later. No nothing. You just left. I don’t know much, but I know that.
It helps me see things closer. Even if they’re not very far away. I pretend it’s my magic power.
I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.