I want to bury the curves of my face into his neck.
Find his warmth with the waves of my body. It is most simple & most loved.
The drowsiness is combing over my conscious mind. There is no barrier when thoughts and conversations are spoken at the edge of slumber. The thoughts, it’s not so guarded. The heart, it’s not so quiet. There’s this state that they both sync together and speak as one. The state is rare. The state is seconds of realization and tremendously beautiful. More soon than wanted, the spoken words are forgotten, buried in the layers of consciousness and will emerge once again at the drowsiness edge state of mind.
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— Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via psych-facts)