This dream of consciousness will not end alarmingly, though it leaves lines on Billo's face smushed against pillows placed strategically
The strategy? To look tragically well put-together to get her to lie in the bed I made hastily Well - I say this, but the presentation's done tastefully: Big blanket tucked IN with style OUT of luck since I've not been... ...touched in a while
I grinningly smile - it'll all be ok (I'm not much for physical lovin' anyway) ...beyond hugging and kissing and getting to stay for the night curled up close whispering "sweetie, sleep tight"
I've not got these dreams, but I've some aspirations No sweetie, I'm not sweaty, - I've no *** persperation My room is too cold with the wind's drafty laughter My bed is too cold since I've not quite yet asked her to lie with me and lie to me that she is the one and I will be won over, over-nighting done right ... Left to the imagination, day-dreaming's my vision Pigeon-holing my gamboling gambling rambling Not quite in shambles, see? I get it: regretting is letting me settle into misery "Mysterio the (not-so) great" is dutifully bound to wait Patience is love doctors' medication - "Just wait!" they prescribe and in time their patients' trepidation will end.
Inner peace outer space and I pace. (without her face to grin at) synapse fired for nodding off on the job
**** awake, up for work Woken, spurred on toward spoken word March forwards - four words Reverse reverie never hurt "But I don't dream!" I think Does it stop me from trying? From lying to and by myself, in doubt in a drought Good - buy myself a drink: rootbeer, two shots of espresso let's go, caffeine-Billo tag team on the rocks, off the clock (talk about self-deprecation, why don't you) Chew on the cubes with contextual frustration The drink's gone, I think long and hard at long last ARRRG I yell in a fit mentally I'll sleep on it.