Nonsense

we’re close but distant. make sense?

we’re here for each other but it’s not traditional.

it’s kinda like the potato salad mama makes.

she adds raisins.

you don’t wanna take a dish like that to a potluck but you carry it to your car and lie cause you know don’t no one wanna taste a raisin next to their potato and eggs.

course there’s always that one person down to taste anything but they don’t count cause everyone thinks their crazy anyway.

so yeah.

i’m a raisin. he’s a potato.

sweet ain’t it?