Roll over and hug

I contemplate a few things

amongst the same

living

loving

giving

taking

at the edge of bed when world is sleeping it all seems possible,

all the while when tears roll we wish for them to be hidden

and also to be seen,

I notice the pain i inflict before giving it,

and feel judged for what can be taken by me

or given back,

the halt of emotions always bring perspective to its basic sense,

rolling over puts the heart to rest,

falling from bed deters the attention to pain,

but I don’t die that way,

I roll over to the opposite side,

and the veins rush to be with the familiar touch and I determined to be away.