Time is moving in such a peculiar way. Fast, slow, repetitive. I’m ready to hear from you if you’re willing to speak. My fingers await your words.
Hi pie. I enjoyed swimming with you tonight. The pool I see you gliding back and forth, singing to me and looking at the moon, marveling at the stars that pop in one by one as night falls, or rather creeps in slowly. Yes, you’re good to pass by the small things and focus on the big. Realtor? Sure, start calling some next week. Where to go? Uncertain. Research it more. Or take a nap. That is all. End transmission.
Your voice in my head