l'esprit de l'escalier
Please excuse the constant reveries and lapses of thought. My words aren't sincere, my mind isn't clear, and nothing I do will ever be art. Just like the moon, part of me will always be hidden away. Off-tract. Off-center. Off-scale. Off-beat.
I make time for those who make time for me. You can’t put me at the bottom of your list and expect me to put you at the top of mine.