wish we could go back and remember what we were fighting for
wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore
and I wish you were right here, right now,
it’s all good, I wish you would
I don’t have time to draw it right now but while driving home from the winco I saw a happy mustached man pedaling a bike, towing a cart built to look like a chariot, inside of which stood what I can only imagine was his completely expressionless 13 year old in a makeshift corinthian helmet