Interrupted

I was swimming through the dark shades of the night admiring what happiness looked like as you were asleep…

First information: All the drugs in the world mixed with alcohol, all the greatest music and greatest people wouldn’t give me that feeling. A dream couldn’t, money couldn’t…

You could.

You gave me.

You were never so static, but shaking me in ways none words could describe right at that moment. I wish I could feel this every day, every morning, every night I would not sleep because of something. Surely I would pray to be haunted by nightmares every night, just to wake up and live that scene over and over again.

([…]for backwards time travel, it is possible to find solutions in general relativity that allow for it, but the solutions require conditions that may not be physically possible. Traveling to an arbitrary point in spacetime has a very limited support in theoretical physics, and usually only connected with quantum mechanics or wormholes, also known as Einstein-Rosen bridges[…]).

Your head were gently resting on my shoulder and without thinking twice I knew instantly that was all the weight I wanted to feel on my shoulders for the rest of my life.

Found this draft earlier today, its been a while since I started this one.

I read it exactly as reality painted:
Something that could be.

Memories are flying.
Head’s on loop.

The course could’ve been changed.
We were Interrupted.

This’ a perfume I still feel.

Art mimics life.

…Not always in this order

You could read this listening to “Please Be Mine”, by Molly Burch.