it's nice to wake up to something, anything. i like that i can pull the sheets all the way around me and be warmer than ever. and no matter how seldom this happens [this waking up to anything], no matter what it is [with the occassional exception], i'm always happy.

i used to use my fingers to kiss things, like the sky, like a heart. but now they glide through the air, touching everything just as the wind does.

sometimes i can feel your heart beat inside mine...
like everything's in its right place. this is me, at my best, in my best.