I'm obviously showing my dependence toward him. I hadn't done that with anyone in a very long time, and it feels utterly wrong of me. Though, consequently doing this, it brings me a peculiar sense of elation.
Like a wisp of the sweet scents from my garden in the air or a shaft of sunlight through my curtains, that piece of life so miniscule that is has such grandiose appreciation. Something that has me hanging on to sanity for as long as I can, before the flowers die and the sun's demise comes inevitably, as well.
But in terms of accepting this feeling, I'd acknowledge it among wishful thinking, being optimistic, or just plain delusional.
Like a wisp of the sweet scents from my garden in the air or a shaft of sunlight through my curtains, that piece of life so miniscule that is has such grandiose appreciation. Something that has me hanging on to sanity for as long as I can, before the flowers die and the sun's demise comes inevitably, as well.
But in terms of accepting this feeling, I'd acknowledge it among wishful thinking, being optimistic, or just plain delusional.
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