the calm twilight shines falteringly
on the serenity of a night spent stargazing,
feeling the bites of mosquitoes,
and pretending the grass isn't as itchy as it is.
Drink the soothing draft of drowsiness,
drift off into a world unclouded,
shrouded,
with the vapors of reality
while a heart-shaped moon shivers
in a sky of ink.
it's nothing,
escape.
The chill of dark corners,
roads not taken,
and lingering night.
it is not what it seems to make you believe,
but an opposite,
a mirror,
a reflection.
A hazy purple sky shields my sun, coating the world in grey and black.
I wish it would return.
1) A winter of endless Wednesday afternoons, a different, snow-covered world around us, somehow warmer than any other February day I've ever known.
2) A spring of endless Tuesday mornings, where meaning falls in to place with a weightless sense of gravity.
3) A summer of endless dark nighttimes, when the world is small and dimly lit and brightly colored, full of sound and music and motion and smiles, when the world is bodies moving to a beat, when the world is spun of love.
4) An autumn of endless Friday evenings, with so much before, spent discovering and exploring in a city of lights and in the corners of young hearts, always finding something new, never losing track of place.
It's not as though the sun goes out, but hidden in clouds of solitude, it's not quite as warm a day.
