It was two days past the 6th of the 5th month, and I feel I’m still in the same day, with you.
Cozy amber scents wafting from candles burning to the quick, dim lighting.
I’m inviting.
You’re here.
You’re here in my mix.
Day dreaming off and on.
It feels like the same day.
We’re repeating our drastic measures, keeping each other alive.
We’re taking our time.
There were no blue lights, only flames, blankets and fighting the need to sleep.
Slipping by 2 a.m., we resist to succumb to anything outside of us.




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