Seconds to Minutes to Hours

Air drying a little. Almost 9:30a.m. Shortly I'll be off to the Mother's Day Brunch that I've spent the last couple months putting together. Simple really, but finding out who was interested and then coordinating was a pain.

Oh my love you are not at the bottom of a drink. I'm not sure sure if I was trying to look for you there or running away from you. (Further) If you were sitting near me right now you would feel the heat. I felt it pulse and put a light sweat on my forehead. This head/heart disconnect is tearing me apart. And it's not the rain that falls off my chin.