Once in a while, we all need some 60’s music; walk down the rose-tinged walkways of memory lane and pull at the last strands of hope for something that has already ended. Once in a while, we need to dance in the rain alone. Once in a while we need to hug ourselves a little, even if it’s a little gay to do so.
Please excuse me while I be pathetic. For just a while.
And then it’s time to move on.