i can't get you out of my head. you're stuck there, you and the words you said.
they were few, calming, reassuring. i had been underwater for too long i found myself in your arms.
sweet, thoughtful, dry. your gaze was loving against the baby blue sky.
i felt healed, sane. i felt better than i have in years. my composure was there again.
i had wished it had lasted, i wished you could've stayed.
then i found myself alone, horribly alone, in the purple light, along the shore in my room.
cruel. cruel. cruel. things always end. but our moments accrue and i am thankful for the help that was sent.
based off a dream I had on march 2nd. i wrote the beginning to this when i had the dream, but then never finished it. i still, on june 1st, just under 3 months after, remember this dream as vividly as it happened.