ardent

idayyy:

Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me
No hope, but no harm
Just another false alarm

Last night I felt
real arms around me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm

Yesterday Matt came over. And while he, Bianka, and I talked about perverse and quizzical things throughout the evening, it was the night that was the most eventful. Bianka was laying in bed drawing, I was sitting at the foot of her bed cradling her little cocker spaniel in my arms, and Matt was sitting in a chair across from me fingerpicking his guitar. The lights were dim and everything felt so wonderfully nostalgic. I closed my eyes and could see every color of every note being playing and could feel the vibrations of each new rhythm. Matt hummed along with the guitar as I sang my own improvisation. It was absolutely lovely. I had seriously missed being near another musician. I missed the feeling how the sound of music can just melt into your palms for you to feel with every nerve of every finger. I love it. That feeling is so unbelievably rare.