Occasionally, very occasionally I get this star burst of guts. This "what's the worst that could happen?" realisation and I do things that I don't normally do. And tonight, I am thankful and grateful to whatever lil elf that hovered over my shoulder and whispered "Pick up the phone and call in reply, not text."
I feel alive beside you
And all at once I am whole again
We fall into each other
Your atmosphere Is all I'm breathing in
And in this rush
We are crushed
It's okay. 11 minutes of respite to carry thru another week. That I think I can do.
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