But sometimes I have to let perfect go in someÂ places go so I can get it in others.
Like nights where that rain arrives. Â And it’s coming through the window onto a bed where I am trying to sleep (and succeeding in the best of ways). Â The evaporating breeze and just enough thunder to make it exciting but not scary. Â You know, enough to hold on to the silliness even if I don’t have to. Â But who am I kidding? Â When am I not going to hold on?
Wait…I thought I was talking about things not being completely perfect and me still not wanting to let go…
From this show I think you’ll know without a doubt that I have no plans to let go no matter what happens next.