Sometimes in life, you may be seeing or talking to somebody smart, beautiful, funny, and laid back, but what you need is to chill with a homegirl. Then you realize that everybody's gone their separate ways, and things just aren't as they were.
The sourness of heartbreak or disappointment doesn't come all at once at the beginning; emotions return, by trickle or flood, maybe faintly, maybe strongly, but you recognize it distinctly. Regret-- unfulfilled desire and incomplete happiness.
We crumple up these feelings like the flawed outlines and rough drafts written on loose leaf by young aspiring writers, tossed into the dustbins-turned-knots in our hearts.
Lord, come take out my garbage.
