23

Today’s my 23rd birthday. I’m in bed with Honeya, it’s nice. Peaceful.

It’s a bit after 8 in the morning, I met my friends at midnight. It was nice.

Her and I have spent the night in a haze of love, of all kinds.

She’s in my arms, asleep. So adorable, her little sounds, her little gasps.

She feels soft. Comfortable. Lovely.

I don’t really realise that it’s my birthday. But what am I supposed to feel anyway. It’s a day just like the last and the next.

People around me care, so I suppose I do.

I’ve taken vallium but it’s not that strong, I’ve smoked and taken edibles. I’m not particularly high.

Though my eyes are drooping and I feel at peace, I’m not escaping.

Unless this moment with her is an escape.

I was kissing her on her forehead, I remembered Phoebe and my relationship with her, how irrelevant it seems in comparison.

Who is this person next to me, mind blowing.

The heads so good.

She talks to me.

I’m lonely and she’s lonely too.

But it’s my birthday and today we’ll be lonely together, maybe even fuck around and feel content, maybe go crazy and not feel lonely.