trouble.

So I know that I should be sleeping

and that the morning is sure and soon to come

and I know that there is no reason

however here I sit

thinking of the energy/connection/connectivity between people

whether I like it or not

and I think of a man purely from the standpoint of what I see reflected back at me

or what I feel when he is looking -or thinking -of me.

Am I right? I don't care.

It doesn't matter.

So, in this situation, I get up and text. He is nearby and I know it will be wrong by morning

yet I am compelled.

And so I set in motion a rolling that gets us within connection distance of each other.

Connection distance.

And, there I was

floating

in the pond

in a boat

high and mighty

and gazing at the stars

food for the living night

in whatever shape or form it came in

and what I saw is unexplainable

and unable to be recreated

and mine

somewhere in the deepest recesses of my brain

whether or not I came home with damp feet

and breathless

grinning.