I flicked my turn signal to merge onto the highway. Just as I'm merging, I decided to change the station and immediately recognized that familiar strumming. I had found an old favorite. That feeling of everything is as it should be struck me. I turned up the volume and fully merged in the lane. I happily sang loudly immersed in smiles. It's different now in the pouring rain. You'll never see my face again.While the song dimmed as the next came on, I noticed the ticking of the turn signal still on! Oops, so much for my everything-is-perfect washing over me!
Lately, that feeling of I can sleep comfortably has re-visited me. I'm not imaging someone's presence. But I feel like it could be something in that direction, can't identify what though. The bed has become this isolated island that isn't haunted by loneliness. Its wonderful. So what changed? How do I jar this new contentment? Or is it ease?
It's in the things that she puts in my head.
Lately, that feeling of I can sleep comfortably has re-visited me. I'm not imaging someone's presence. But I feel like it could be something in that direction, can't identify what though. The bed has become this isolated island that isn't haunted by loneliness. Its wonderful. So what changed? How do I jar this new contentment? Or is it ease?
It's in the things that she puts in my head.
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