just feel & trying to just let it be.
occasionally drowning in memories.
I have a bit of trouble snapping back to reality.
I get to far into thoughts, I get so far into me.
sleeping please come soundly, but press forward, Go on. can live with out the next few days now, just want to coast on.
it just lingers and lingers.
But it just lingers and lingers.
I could hit this, full speed ahead.
It just lingers and lingers.
my skin & your fingers.
gripping waist line, things will be just fine.
slowly whisper thee words along my ear.
just fine.
all good.
I’m here, okay?
understood.
– As you lie your head down each evening, I want you to think of me. The way I speak, think & simply be.
– As you raise your head up each morning, I want you to think of me. The way I speak, think & simply be.
– As you place your cold toes, probably covered in some sort of sock, gently on the hard wood floor.
– As you slightly bend your back, giving it a semi good stretch.
Even when you’re feeling withdrawal, loneliness, seclusion, isolation.
Simply just, be. And simply, just think of me.
“my alone feels so good. i’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.” – warsan shire
hushohhush 