When you hear my name is there an electrical storm in your brain
caused by my presence still existing there—inside shouting HOLD ON.
Hold on and I’ll tell you an inspirational story about anchors— and
the burdens they bear. Because just in case you’re wondering, your
presence definitely still illuminates whenever I hear your name or
a reference to the universe we built around each other, you bounce
around the padded walls of my brain screaming LET GO. *Let go and
I’ll tell you a really funny joke about straitjackets— and the
hugs they give.