It's to dying in another's arms and why I had to try it.

[mysilentmelody]

It was with Ben.
It was with Denise.
It was with Jennifer.
It was with Erik.
It was with Justin.
It was with Kim.
It was with Lindsey.
Listed in order of amount of time spent with each this weekend.

I experienced on Friday.
On Friday, I loved everybody.
I met porcelain on Friday
and I met the sensation of inhaling.
I know what it means to have a loose tongue
and what it means to cry.
They saw me hit bottom
and come back up.
I know what it's like to always have your eyes open, but feel like they're closed.
I know what it's like to spin.

Saturday was smoother. The wrinkles weren't as deep.
Saturday was recovery. Sleeping all day, talking all night.
I learned on Saturday. I listened. I watched.
I discovered what I can and cannot say to him
and what he's scared of.
Kim was on Saturday.
Kim with her hugs and her small hands and her warm Kimmy smell.
I miss Kim.

Saturday turned into Sunday slowly and sleepily.
Saturday turned into Sunday by sleeping on a boy.
Saturday turned into Sunday with a couch and the smell of Chinese food.
Saturday turned into Sunday with a long conversation, confessions, and laughing.

This weekend didn't have time.
It went by without restraint and it went by slowly.
It was refreshing, just to be.
Free.

The light at night and the light at morning differ.
Night light is purple and blue and black.
Morning light is grey and a softer, not so harsh blue.
Sharing a bed with someone you care about is morning light.
Going home alone is night light.