you are
my idea
of freedom.
you get something
and attach yourself
to it
and then
you don't feel
alone.
the stories you
curl up
to read,
the plate of
sweet cookies
near your hand,
the planes,
and trains
and buses
that take you closer
to anything
beautiful.
i sink myself into you
so that i
am not so alone
so that i
may have
a friend.
my idea
of freedom.
you get something
and attach yourself
to it
and then
you don't feel
alone.
the stories you
curl up
to read,
the plate of
sweet cookies
near your hand,
the planes,
and trains
and buses
that take you closer
to anything
beautiful.
i sink myself into you
so that i
am not so alone
so that i
may have
a friend.
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Eating? Yep. Good food? Yes.
Drinking? Plenty (no, not booze. Just good water and tea, milk, etc.)
Sleep? Yep, my sleep patern is wacky since my work hours are. But I get good sleep.
What else was there? Telling myself bad things? No, none. Good things actually. I keep telling myself that no matter how bad it is, no matter how bad it gets it can always get better. So I'll just look forward to getting the help I need for my screwy head and, hey, maybe other good things will happen too.