Well it’s whatever day it is and the sun is setting again. The room is turning dim and the rai
Well it’s whatever day it is and the sun is setting again. The room is turning dim and the rainbows cast on our walls from the crystals in our windows are slowly fading out with the sun’s rays. And it feels like the room got washed, scrubbed even, as the coolness and the dimness sets in on our tiny little world inside these walls. And you’re eating again, your eyelids are pushing themselves open, but they’re getting heavier and heavier as you stare up at me in between drinks. And the sun is setting and your eyes are closing and I am swaying and shushing and I think this is the rhythm of living and loving. Of being held and holding. Of leaning in and letting go. Of loving. Of l o v i n g so wide and so deep that nothing and everything exists at once. https://www.instagram.com/p/BoK4yF1lM1v/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=138z0tbtdig48 -- source link