I'll fall for you like how I'll fall asleep. Gradually, and then all at once.

there is no better space, then the space between a girl who is caught in the sense and the nonsense of this world.

I can't escape the brilliance of the way I feel, collected and collided and all wrapped up on another persons being. it's simple and magical and a scared notion of everything that it's supposed to be. or told how it's supposed to be.
where hours pool into days, into nights, into mornings. there is no regard for sleep or wakefulness or the accounting for any of the places in between those two. it's just us two.
and I am caught. Caught. effortlessly. driving in darkness to collect my prize. a trophy for time spent in wistful ignorance to something that I, as a writer, can write about. can feel without feeling, can chance with any risk. all that wasted time now has meaning, because it brought me here. it brought me there.
and I'm not sure if it's just my own growth, or if she just holds the magical sledgehammer that was made to destroy those walls that I painstakingly built. or really, more accurately, just a combination of both.
there is no way to tell of course. and even if there were, I don't know if I'd let myself tell.
because I just feel all the feels.

in truthful disclosure, this weekend trumps most weekends. what with it's lazy long hours spent in bed, it's candlelight flickering intense dinner conversations about building foundations and understanding positions. to mornings draped in lazy eyelids and soft brushes of skin. I am so much the swooned. so much the grinning happy mess of me.
I am so much the blessed.