Illusion
Self.
We lay there while the midday sun scattered golden light on the bed. We didn't speak, we didn't need to. His arms were draped closely around my body as we listened to the sounds of the muffle voices of people walking in the street and of each other’s breathing. Water seeped from my eyes and fell slowly down my face sinking finally into the pillow beneath my head. I couldn't help but feel sad, it happens sometimes. I just looked at who I was and didn't like what I saw cause the thing is, even when you have all the right elements, sometimes you slow down so much you stop. I had stopped, and it meant my meaning had dissipated in the process. My will to keep going, my urge to explore had not disappeared but I had stopped listening. I lay there on the bed and my tears still fell, the warmth of the person next to me though was all I needed to keep hope. Our relationship to some might have seemed boring, but our love? Our love was anything but.