stuck in it!

as i float in and out of wrinkled time, i get caught in a crease. i hear laughter, but it's not my own. folded in between two pieces of paper, i see where we are glued as one. I fight to get to the edges, so i can breath. breath, one final last breath as we are pulled apart, leaving holes where there was once perfectly untorn paper that mapped out our lives.

I love Siedah

frolicking through the daisies, getting pollen in our hair, do i smell the sweet essence of spring encapsulating my thoughts. for the meantime i hold onto the vision of what is yet to come for it keeps me awake at night with sweet thoughts and gets me through the day when all i want to do is hide under the covers and read micky in the night kitchen or monster mamma. ruminating in my love for you until i see your sweet smile again.