Musing

waking up at 3 am to make a cup of coffee. that’s my definition of happy. this smile is rolled onto my lips by your glowering gaze, and the bitter aftertaste of your tongue. that smoky film is what resides between us: evidence of hazy backgrounds to our choices. all we need is a towel, we’ll wipe away the unwanted stipend of emotions just within reach; they’re smeared in all of our empty spaces. now you’re on the tip of my tongue, hiding from me like we’re playing a game, but when I seek, I don’t always find- because you see, the older we get, the blurrier our minds become to the simplicity of life. lay back and close your eyes. jump into sleep as the early morning fades into the day without our company.