That one hits pretty close to home!
Same!
Kinda captures how I feel about staying up very late, like I used to. 3am, 4am, etc.
I couldn’t do that at my age unless you gave me meth or something. 9 pm is late now. What time do you go to bed?
I don’t get to anymore because of children, but I still stay up until 1am. I used to be up until 6am or 7am, sleeping until 2pm-- during college and graduate school. Runs in our blood though, even my 3yo doesn’t like sleeping until 11pm and that’s going to be a problem for her soon once school starts, like it was for me.
You can still enjoy the peace of early morning, though… Unless you live in a busy street like me, anyway. Sweet quiet is 1am to 5am, then rush hour.
Oh quick edit: try taking a walk at dawn. Still peaceful if you live at least a little away from a busy street. I loved doing that before bed.
I get up at 530 and walk the dog. However I spend most of the walk trying to keep him away from eating chicken bones LOL.
Thank you for sharing, the pacing and emotion of the poem really resonate with me.
You’re welcome! I am delighted by this one.
I can relate to the whole thing, but that last line… damn
Sometimes my wife and I will have several days in a row where most of our time at home is spent in separate parts of the house doing our own thing. It sounds kind of like the stereotypical boomer marriage when describing it to other people, but the idea of being “unseen, but not unloved” really sums up the vibe.
Sometimes you just need space!
Fuck yeah
I want to be a wooded area just after the rain on a cool autumn day.
I want to be mushrooms sprouting from a log inside that wooded area.
