folding clothes on the bed around the cat asleep in the middle of it,
then the bluest haze seeps in as it always does during this time,
when it’s so quiet and just me and the haze and the space opens too wide, 
taking my mind back far again wondering how things could be now 
while the universe still reverberates into the techno beats, dreaming about 
every light that now I see so refractive, too otherworldly, splitting open 
into the late night sunrise that I know is tomorrow, ignoring it is 
today, placing everything where it fits best, as I have many times before 
counting my fingers, welling up, sinking into the shimmering ambience, just then
I knew - how could I trade in all this beauty I found, for what?