brace

the thing is, i know exactly where i stand. it's like having faith in the numbers you submit to win the jackpot for the lottery. it's blind faith.

the thing is, when i close my eyes, and imagine things or scenes in my head, you're still there. i can hold you. i can reach you. i can see your smile. i see an unmade bed, the color of the sheets aren't important (white), and us. still us. and it fits. and the room makes so much sense. it can be anywhere. here, we make so much sense. this picture is a happy one. the scene is quiet. it can be bathed in the morning sun or touched by the soft light of the setting sun. and it would still make sense.

perhaps, if you close your eyes, and start imagining things or scenes, it would make more sense. and i know it's a bit of  a stretch, this perhaps. and i am bracing myself for the worst. but here's to hope, and everything in between the worst and the hope.