china cabinet wrestling

I had this buzzing inside of me this morning.
Something a lot like…passion. Lust even.
Something I haven’t felt in months. Or maybe years, if I’m honest.
And it was just a dream.
Which isn’t real, right.
But it makes feelings real. Ones that linger and sew themselves up into your day.

I rushed with crusty eyes and clumsy fingers to type you all about it.
And you respond with something so generic and safe and I’m wrecked.
Give me a mess, will you?