Unsure Words
It is objectively good I could theoretically let it be the end all even if it's not the be all even if I don't receive the heat my bones crave I can be practical and take some artificial heat and let that be the way I wake and live and sleep at night but I know the truth, what the dreams will do how they'll taunt me haunt me remind me I'm beholden to my longing and what then, how can I say yes when I'm not certain I'll be ready when the curtains close we're getting close we're letting those seconds minutes hours flower and bloom but I don't do well with keeping things alive with standing still enough to thrive in one singular location It's good on paper boxes mostly checked mind agrees but body is on the fence heart is stressed wants me to not forget ...