i'm trying on your eyes

[lyssarella]

these days:
when its cold enough indoors to see your breath come out
and you have to hold the blanket over your face to keep your nose warm
letting the hours slip by and by and by
until its six in the morning and you have no idea where the time went
the strange comfort in doing nothing
and having it be enough
when you dont need music or fancy dinners or surround sound
just jeans wrapped around jeans
entangled on a broken couch
the sound of the television
the motion of taking breath
these are the best days for me right now