Elevator, take me home.

This weather is perfect for orange pekoe tea and feeling spurned by love. I'm thinking about driving to Banff just to get out of this room. I can and I might just. The sun is coming out. I need some time to think about you because I've been flipping through these old photo albums and I've repressed a lot more than I thought I did and I'm not sure if I like that yet. Raw wounds might erode all signs of mental health, but they make for good poetry. Sometimes. I want to do it because you won't and I will.
Her heels so high and my hopes so low...