Momma can you hear me?
I think my luck's run out!
I don't know if they can forgive
All that they know about.
The rhythm started softly
And then give it time...
Then I started freaking out!
How about 80 in a 30?
Mom. They had to help her out.
I don't know if I can forgive -
My head was in a cloud!
We don't know if they can see
All that I think about...
Who will defend me then?!
Momma can you he...
Jarvis was puzzled. He had done this exact type of decision-making calculation before in the moment between breaths. Why was now different?
An answer wanted to take form but the competing priorities muffled it in their clutter. Now he's off-topic and briefly couldn't care about anything more than the thought that plagued his last year:
"Is this my new normal?" The words slipped out under his br...