p.s.

p.s.

abbreviation. stands for postscript a.k.a. there's still more.

here I am lying in bed,

I suck at sleeping, I’ve always said.

words and words scroll through my mind.

will I ever unwind?

I cannot put them into words.

sometimes I think they are just too much.

and I swear I’m trying, but I just keep hitting a block.

I think I just need a little bit more time for a loving touch.

soon I will turn the lock.

I want to blog, I want to post.

just like the ocean misses the coast.

it’s still here, I am still me.

soon I will turn the key.

it is still part of my soul.

I promise, it’s true.

everything else has just taken a toll,

and the feelings just need time to brew.

purely psithurism is still here.

it’s just been a crazy few years.

purely psithurism, I promise is coming back,

as soon as I delete all of these assignments from my Mac.

I haven’t wrote in quite awhile.

because all the responsibilities made a large pile.

I graduate in twenty days.

darling, it’s been such a craze.

welcome back to my wild, wild world 

like we’re walking into a world so pure. 

are you still listening? do you still care?

makes me sad that that is so rare.

I am sorry that it’s been so long,

I hope you stay for this next song.

I’m back after may, I promise, I swear.

my heart and soul is ready to be bare.

these words they really are ready to exist,

especially after a drink or five or somewhere in between.

that’s right, you’ve been with me since I was seventeen,

now twenty-two, so ready to connect with you

again.

p.s. I say to you, 

p.s. remember that. 

p.s. are you ready to have some fun?

p.s. because purely psithurism is never done.

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p.s.s. new look to purely psithurism is coming soon.

yours truly,

purely drea.