Kissing you as gray masks the sky,
Kissing you as my heart beat races,
Kissing you as I fall under,
Your kissing spell
It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.
It’s only 5am and no matter how hard I try, my body won’t allow me another hours worth of sleep. I have a migraine that makes me want to dig a hole and stay there in a dark, cool place. I fear that my anxiety is pushing my mind and body to the edge. Why? I go on vacation from the most stressful part of my life in t minus 2 days. I guess I’ll never quite understand the capabilities of my mind to confuse eagerness with pure anxiety.
My cat is a maniac, every single night at the same time.
Clouded thoughts and a dark heart