Formally: Lust &/ Love

What did I do here?

I had the opportunity of meeting a friend that I made .

It’s so odd on how much you craft a person personality only of which you recall.

Everything of what she said I could barely remember like a tide returning shells to a beach where they be washed away.

There’s a sense of being proud in doing the right thing. And yet a fear that I forget myself and whom made myself moment to moment.

Am I now?

Or am I then?

I’ve fallen asleep knowing no one- faces of whom I’ve never met. Yet every line and wince are seen up close.

I now hear music… and I know I am in the embrace of Sleep, much like Vessel.

Thank you.

Your company is easing my aching heart.

Don’t hold me in your grasp for too long.