it's easy to remember

and it's morning.

i could lay in bed and not move but what's the point. still not liking question marks. still not liking ambiguities.

still hurting.

goodness is appreciating the greens and the occasional breeze while stealing kisses and then placing my hand on where your heart is. to be a part of you, momentarily, feeling your heartbeat, feeling your chest heave from that silent sigh, feeling your unspoken language. it is this simple. really. and it should be so simple.

and it's morning.
and i could lay in bed and not move.