Sometimes I Forget...

Sometimes I forget how easy it is to pick up the phone and hear an old friend's voice again. Sometimes I forget that sometimes each of us just wants to speak, and be understood.
Sometimes I forget how hard that can be.

Sometimes I forget how that the place I live doesn't matter, because I am me regardless.
Sometimes I forget that the place I live defines who I am, mattering indefinitely.
Sometimes I forget that I matter.

Sometimes I forget how curling up on the couch can be the one thing that saves you.
Sometimes I forget that curling up on the couch can keep you locked in.
Sometimes I forget how much others matter to me.