Innocence

The winter drags on. At work, I scrub maple syrup off of various surfaces. I serve my old friends, who tip me well. Life can’t get any better than this, I swear. We don’t talk anymore but sitting there in my section, I know we’re still good. I cut out negative energy this year. I listen to the same songs and try my best.

The snow outside is white and wet. It reminds me of fresh air and new beginnings. Holding out for something I deserve has never been better. Neither has getting what I want. It never gets old. This time, we don’t run around doing drugs and fucking up our lives. Instead we make everything innocent and it’s way more real this way. Feels like how it was meant to be.