I like to play pretend sometimes, when reality becomes too boring and the lights in the sky at night seem lackluster. Most mornings, I wait to open my eyes for a moment to imagine you are there instead of an empty pillow and a sounding buzzer for an alarm right past my arm's reach. In awe of a sunrise, wondering if you've watched the same one about an hour ago, if you were driving like I am, wondering what's going on in places outside of where you are. Living inside is becoming tiresome, being unsure, letting myself go... and go, and go. And then, as soon as I know it, you'll be gone too. I'm not ready for this, please push pause so I can live here a bit longer. Moving on seems so unacceptable.
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