Has it been two weeks? I don’t know where they went, anymore. Perhaps a few days passing, but not half a moon.

I can’t tell if my quality-of-life is fluctuating, or just my moods. I’m content at the moment, not without wanting, but happy. The world is warm, and there’s some simple joy to be found in cola, cold pizza, and a cigarette. Jes and I are not at odds, there is no looming crisis.

And yet I feel it will not last. I can hardly help but blame myself.

It is that scene in a movie where there is a beat, a breath, and green grass. It is nearing dusk, and night has not yet fallen.

I will hold the sun in the sky, if I must.

Even with blistered skin and blackened bones, I would give all my possessions for another moment of this.