29 more days until i see her again
i count down because otherwise there is just the monotony of life. it is a good life, but it is the same every day.
working. cooking. reading. writing. i can create entire continents in my head and on paper. i can write settings and conversation that flow like water, in some cases the things that emerged from my brain can still give me chills.
she creates light and joy in my soul.
i see her smile and the ugliness of the world melts away.
violanti:
That's beautiful.
userpoets:
so is she.