I sit and i watch her sleep.
Its hard not to see myself as some sort of a stalker when i watch her sleep, because it is semi awkward to wake up to someone watching you sleep. Its hard to avoid watching her in this state, because she reminds me of so much. Her face is so soft, and she is at rest. She is peaceful and content. Even though the thought of waking her is inspiring, for when she wakes she will be active and productive. She will acheive the things some of us only dream of, but we shall let her stay at rest. We will let her rest, because she put so muc effort into falling back asleep after i had woken her up. I woke up at 5 am, restless after 10 hrs of sleep, and she dealt with some sort of sandy material moving throughout the bed. We concluded that this material was probably crumbs, we like to eat together in bed.
The birds are louder at 5 am than they are at 9 am.
Have you ever held your breath and stared at something to see if it was moving? I hold my breath and stare at the trees outside, trying to see if the leaves are moving, i like to wait for it. It is confirmation of life. Have you ever done the same with your life? Hold your breath and stare at existence, watch and wait for it to move. What do you see? I want to figure that out, i want to figure out what it is i see or if i see anything at all. Im curious about direction, the sense of stimulation in my fingertips that has transcended my brain. I like being real, even if it means to adopt the mentality of something or someone less knowledgeable. If youve ever appreciated the growth of a human being, someone other than yourself, you will know my direction. You will know, north, east, south, or west. Whatever...
The birds are louder at 5 am than they are at 9 am.
Have you ever held your breath and stared at something to see if it was moving? I hold my breath and stare at the trees outside, trying to see if the leaves are moving, i like to wait for it. It is confirmation of life. Have you ever done the same with your life? Hold your breath and stare at existence, watch and wait for it to move. What do you see? I want to figure that out, i want to figure out what it is i see or if i see anything at all. Im curious about direction, the sense of stimulation in my fingertips that has transcended my brain. I like being real, even if it means to adopt the mentality of something or someone less knowledgeable. If youve ever appreciated the growth of a human being, someone other than yourself, you will know my direction. You will know, north, east, south, or west. Whatever...