Death never felt so good...
How am I still alive? I don't know.
I feel like a mac truck has just met me face on, without tapping the breaks. Yet she pulls me through the day. I don't mind that I barely got an hour of sleep last night. In fact, I woke up before my alarm clock and hoped that just the sound of my breathing would wake her up. The anticipation overwhelmed my fatigue. Her warm breath soothed the weariness of my spirit.
I would go through this a hundred times over. Amid the unspoken dialogue, the quiet confessions, and the silent yearnings, she set my soul at ease. Patience is paying off, yet I can't help but feel the time is my only enemy. Maybe it's not time, but logic. I can't even think straight, therefore I think it would be the perfect time to talk to her again. I have so much to learn.
Oh, this is so real.
I feel like a mac truck has just met me face on, without tapping the breaks. Yet she pulls me through the day. I don't mind that I barely got an hour of sleep last night. In fact, I woke up before my alarm clock and hoped that just the sound of my breathing would wake her up. The anticipation overwhelmed my fatigue. Her warm breath soothed the weariness of my spirit.
I would go through this a hundred times over. Amid the unspoken dialogue, the quiet confessions, and the silent yearnings, she set my soul at ease. Patience is paying off, yet I can't help but feel the time is my only enemy. Maybe it's not time, but logic. I can't even think straight, therefore I think it would be the perfect time to talk to her again. I have so much to learn.
Oh, this is so real.