Sweat against my cheek I can only see from Monday mornings’ light I am calm and found right now. I dreamed last night and not caring to shake it loose now, I just sit with it. Inside that dream I would like to be but inside this life my tools and I can make that dream a reality.
I am so confused.
And it all makes sense. Then I am confused, because I am not.
I swear, 20 minutes after I posted The End. you CALLED.
And you were on your way OVER.
You asked if it was okay.
I am startled, dreaming, sleeping, AWAKE
I say yes.
I feel defeated but so happy to hold you. I feel lost, but so center to me.
I’m embarressed to write this post, but I’m unfolding my life.
I don’t even know what all to feel. How long do I keep this up?
When will you let go of me and I let go of you? Is it a when or an if we do?
My heart still wants you and my head is trying to be smart. You make it easy for my heart to win and I know this because my heart isn’t trying.
Wrenched in two directions once again, and each time I try and see something different. The pain is a bit less, the drive to be better a bit more, the ridiculousness absurdified ten fold.