and so day 13, out of 712 i’ve spent with you, i spend alone. contemplating the silly things i wouldn’t lend a minute of thought to given your presence. do I long to leave necessity land? no. having a head full of dreamy nuisance means my body can withstand hot, long spells in the bath without realising im becoming a plump, wrinkly prune. i also, after, can lay naked on my sheets happily gazing at my wall blissfully unaware of the time passing. i can avidly study the topic of nothingness without the niggle of naughty you present most bath times. ah, this is how i meditate and muse.

but ive decided 13 days alone is quite enough, theres only so much musing one can do until the missing takes over 

get well soon fav xxxxxxx shake the g fever