Q

fridays, you wake up and for that tiny moment before adjusting to reality you’re in the cradle of the universe for that tiny moment you remember your place in that entirety of the world it’s all around you not in you and suddenly you know that everything is and will be alright. saturdays, free fall into comfort whole and together because you don’t care about anything but the here and now and you’re you again and again and again. sundays, a string of old names and how fond you are of them.