would it matter if we add one more.
feelings or otherwise. another dream perhaps.
I'd very much like music playing while it all happens.
and I want to sleep after.
a long dreamless sleep, where you wake up thirsty after.
haunted by a nameless longing that never quite faded like the recent sleep.
if not longing, then something akin to loss. loss after almost all the grief has gone.
and only desolateness remains.
sitting on your bed, in this desert
where sand swirls but there is no wind.
timeless.
