One of the worst things
about having a memory prone to taking sporadic lunch breaks
is stumbling onto a bundle of inexplicable sadness
with no forwarding address.
What's even worse
is misplacing the envelope of joy
that you specifically postmarked to be shipped to yourself on a rainy day.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
One of the worst things
about having a memory prone to taking sporadic lunch breaks
is stumbling onto a bundle of inexplicable sadness
with no forwarding address.
What's even worse
is misplacing the envelope of joy
that you specifically postmarked to be shipped to yourself on a rainy day.