You wake up in the middle of the night and can’t fall back asleep. You have the urge to type across the screen forever. You are alone in a warm bed. You are quiet. You are typing slowly to avoid waking anyone up from key tapping. You decide to type on the computer until out in the hall there arose such a clatter. You lay your head slowly back down upon the pillow. You close your eyes. You drift into a land of magic where you are happy and your troubles fade away.
You wake up the next morning slightly happier, but still very down and out. You don’t know how to say sorry. You can’t word an apology right. You sit in despair and hope they understand. You hope they still want you, or at least still want to be your friend. You let a tear fall. You realize it is time to go, time to move on.
You let it be: