the breeze tickles her hair and takes her worries with it. the sun wants a break just for a little while. she misses the sun, but knows it needs a minute. she'll be here when it's ready.
I dreamt of you twice this week. For the first time in a long time.
In the first dream I could see you (you couldn't see me). And upon waking I was so happy. I felt so fortuitous to have you back in my visions orbit.
The second dream we were lying next to each other. I touched your hair how you always liked. You told me you missed me and you didn't know why. I told you I miss you too and I don't know why.
I went weeks without hearing your name, and without uttering it aloud. I heard your name today and it felt like a punch to the gut. Will I always be this way when it comes to you? I just want to be okay.
like a cold from missing you. coughs interrupting my breathing, short intervals like the time we get together. resting in bed allowing my body to reset, but I'm upset when I can't hold you near my chest
The day That one day The day that you were there but gone at the same time The day where i thought you would still be here in my tomorrow as how you were in a my yesterday.
Now your not my yesterday and you're not my tomorrows your not under, but in a way beneath. You're beneath my thoughts. Under my every surface. In my head but not to be infront of my eyes. How can someone or something so special turn into something thats beneath a thought. Something so far from a surface but still be considered the surface of everything You are the deeper surface underneath all the layers that i don't have to hide. Always beneath my mind.
