5/4/26

How do you always do it? Make me feel so grounded? Make me feel like I exist? Finally, I exist.

With you, My brain stops pulling me in. My heart stops shattering. My thoughts stop clattering. My body finally finds the ground.

Because of you, I can finally see her. I can touch her. I can smell her. I can feel her weight on the ground. I feel her presence. There she is. She finally exists. And she’s breathtakingly beautiful.

You remind me that I’m whole. I’m no longer a walking zombie of jumbled thoughts and fantasy. Because of you, I am finally living my fantasy. Real fantasy. It’s real! How is it real?