It's easy. I mean it's hard but it's easy. To keep you at a distance. To love you from far away and give up or come crawling back at my leisure. Since the whole thing is imagination carefully dreamed up with petty real life evidence, in between 5am espresso shots, interviews, chewed up nails and long lonely dinners staring into space.
Distracting heartburn.
Distracting television.
Distracting heartfelt prayers.
It's easy and it's hard and I cling to it. On my days off.
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