it sinks in and then you fall. the soothing sound of frogs and bubbles sings that you are being beckoned by a past that you have finally learned to make friends with; you have finally accepted that the time is not right. could you have been mistaken? you wonder as you comply to more time spent, this time none of your instigation, but that from the other end. you have complied, now you sit and wait as thoughts rush through veins recovering from what you had consumed the night before, though in simple, willful moderation. you wonder what the other half of your soul might think, if it pains him or if its just fine, perhaps you have just been too distant, too detached over the past few days as you reveled in dreams reminding you how wonderful it all is or how your pieces finally fit together just right at the right time, eventhough in its own way its wrong because its simply too short, and the frogs rise again. you flinch and float face down in this beautiful distraction, welcoming it with open eyes and then you wonder later what you're waiting for or why you're nervous about the past that you have learned to make friends with when it steps back into your life once again.
you take a deep breath and calm yourself as you feel your blood slow.