sustenance
Climax never fully materializing, headache blooming at the back of my skull, and the distinct feeling that I was unwell without any idea as to why. Unsettled and in pain. He was initially apologetic but also soon asleep. Once again left alone with my thoughts - all the things that sneak up at 3 a.m. when there is nothing else to drown them out.
Today is a new day, so far much better than that rough pre-dawn stretch, and I’ve retreated to my space. Surrounded by all the things that make me happy. He gifted me a childhood favorite in hardback, which warrants a re-read. It’s now been added to the growing stack on my side table.
It will never be all bad, not when I have the creativity of others to help sustain me.
4:32 p.m. - 2024-02-16