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.