Jul 23, '24
I've been here for 2 hours.
I'm not depressed I just don't want to get up.
I want to get up but I don't want to get up, yet.
A few more minutes is a few more moments, mostly thinking of you.
Laughing, joyfull, beautiful, strong, smart. Also, the stairs need building.
It's just you and the stairs here, in my mind, what more could I ask for?
I think my body knows when it's ready to get up and it's telling me a few more minutes, rest is good.
I think it's right, this feels too good to be wrong.
It's so cozy in my blankets, listening to the birds, and the memories of your voice.
I close my eyes to an impressionist landscape, filled with shapes and shades and shadows.
It's you and us and togetherness in the full and quiet infinite emptiness of my mind,
it's perfect happy blurs of you's and me's and us's, in all our full and trueness...