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[c0urtneylauren]

Scattered.. Articles and tattered sheets. My bed's a mess. Pieces of clothing, and fragments of (what were once) job applications litter my floor in a whirl-wind of disaster and chaos. You were the very last thing I imagined I'd stumble upon in such a mess. But I'm grateful, even if this isn't permanent. Even if this isn't forever, in the moments that we spend together.. I will treat each one as if it were my very last. As if these moments are the few I have to hold onto before I fall into that great beyond, outside of space and time and memories. Where moments float by without being, but only by sounding melodic and beautiful and.. Distant. And you're distant, and we're different, but ohso similarly the same. We spoke in tongues most wouldn't comprehend. And we let the silence fall when we'd lacked the words to accurately display precisely what was on our minds. I think that.. You're beautiful. Especially when you give that look, where you're not entirely there, because you've lost yourself so deeply within a thought that all you can bear to display is a smile.

I love spending days just this way. Never a second wasted, never a breath allowed to escape without truly being felt. Living, just to feel alive. Taking each day as it comes, riding each wave as it passes.. And always allowing for the current to take its toll.