The Alternate Universe Where You Stayed
In that alternate universe, my hair is a mess and so is yours. But for once, our minds are not. They dont feel so clouded and tangled. Peaceful, I guess. Everything feels gentle and easy. I guess thats what I crave the most. To just feel okay again. To feel safe again. To feel hope again. Maybe in that alternate universe, we dont drink whiskey at all. If our humor would be as dark....