Love to take minutes like these, minutes of peace, and keep them close.
In this light, little to hide, here by my side, and so connected.
Surreal ease, leisurely free, hushed and serene, head to toe.
Can't say why I'm suddenly shy, humble and mild, and so contented
Is this real?
Am I still here?
Still killing time.
Watching minutes die.
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