lunderwust

I know it's been a while since I've done this but something about tonight takes me back into the old days. Where we would sneak around, lay in vaguely lit rooms and run to concerts. Where we would get lost in the universe and come crashing down together. Where we found out that part of loving ourselves, was loving one another. Yet I'm sitting in a bean bag in my own home, while you type away at that laptop creating worlds so vigorously and passionately.... You seem to miss the greatest piece of work. You've created this world. The one we happily sit here in. Where the music video plays and the lights shine on your face. The one where she sits beside you sleep, rolling around as if the couch is hers. The one where I look up at you and tell you that I'm so proud the be your husband. I'm proud that you're an amazing writer. I'm proud that you're an amazing womyn. I'm proud that I get to come home to your smile everyday. Thank you for editing the play called "My Life"