Standing Still

I can't pay attention to what I write for work - I do it in a cloud awaiting him...I send it in, hope there are no questions to follow up on; how quickly what I write slips away from memory. Personal correspondence builds, but who cares....Nevvie is the only other one to have my complete attention.

My apartment is amidst clouds - the grocery store stands in fog, people filling the streets are holograms, nothing else seems to breathe when his aura is near. Just moving pictures rewinding and forwarding...