Now

Thinking about what is and what could be is pointless. You just have to close your eyes and breathe. Breathe in, breathe out. Open your eyes. Kiss him. Hope he feels the same and kisses you back. The "now" is all that's left. There's no past. Don't even dare think about it. There's no future. Forget about the future... thinking too much of the future might ruin the "now". The "now" is the most important time of your life! Live the now! Tell someone you love them. Kiss that someone. Try some new food you've never eaten. Dance around your house naked. Sing in the shower. Tell someone a naughty joke. Get drunk. Go to work hungover. Drive to work with your jam as loud as fuck. Or maybe stay in bed with that special someone and not go to work at all. Wake up next to someone that makes you smile. Bring someone breakfast in bed. Make someone feel like they're the most important person in your world, even if you know they aren't. Kiss them. Kiss them again and again and again... Look at them as if it were the first time you ever saw them. Kiss them over and over and over... Make love to them. If they leave and never speak to you again, cry. And then cry some more. But live! Live, damn it! Stop being afraid! Tell them how you feel. And tell them NOW! Because now is all you have.

Judging Books By Their Covers

"Judging Books By Their Covers" - Keaton Henson

I know I may be lean,
Uncomfortable being seen,
But I feel like I am just what you need.
All my body's thin,
I don't let anyone in,
But I can't help but let this begin.
And though I may seem cold,
And I feel I'm growing old,
I wish that you would just come home.

Cause I'm tired of feeling alone.
Please tell me how to let go.

Love, I know you're doing fine,
Your chapters end so well.
And love, I love your welling eyes,
You seem happy, I can tell.
Love I know you'll be alright,
But I can't help but feel sorry.
Cause love, your book will end just fine,
But I am a different story.
I am a different story.

I know I am a mess, and I love most people less,
But I miss the feel of your summer dress.
And this all may be weird,
I can feel you are not near,
But please baby, just come back here.
Please baby just come back here.

Love I know you'll be alright,
Your chapters end so well.
Love I love your welling eyes,
You're happy I can tell,
Love I know you're doing fine,
But I can't help but feel sorry,
Cause love, your tale will end just fine,
But mine is a different story.
Mine is a different story.

Try and get enough sleep...

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