They say you’re really not somebody
until somebody else loves you.
Well, I am waiting to make
somebody, somebody soon.
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
Home, home, home, home.
Home, home, home, home.
Where you will lie on the rug
while I play with the dog.
And you won’t be too much
because this is too much.
Because this is too much for me to hold.
This is too much for me to hold.
Last exercise
It’s been two weeks since the first day of the writing retreat I attended in Portugal. I jumped right back into work upon arriving from
