But sometimes I have to let perfect go in some places go so I can get it in others.
Like nights where that rain arrives. And it’s coming through the window onto a bed where I am trying to sleep (and succeeding in the best of ways). The evaporating breeze and just enough thunder to make it exciting but not scary. You know, enough to hold on to the silliness even if I don’t have to. But who am I kidding? 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.