I was laughing and couldn’t stop. I don’t know why. This was not really a laughing time. But it just kept bubbling up and wouldn’t stop.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
He’s good at this:
“I think. . . just. . . don’t ask questions.”
It's like this.
~beatrix
2 comments:
I'm confused.
i'm happy. it's hard for me. i have a constant need to question things, and sometimes, it's better to just let it happen.
~b
Post a Comment