with time to waste we lie in bed allowing sleep to come and go as it pleases. we lose ourselves to the song of guitar strings and your voice lulling through on-the-spot lyrics. somehow, the days blend and we’ve vanished into hazes of conversation and then some other things.
i said i thought about writing something for/about/inspired by you, but i don’t think you’d see the meaning in it, so i want you to know, i’m actually noting this down for me.
it might have been a waste of time, but there was much worth remembering.
those small moments. they could be lost. in in-betweens.