a long post about a long eveningtwilightdawnmorning.
we sat impatiently cross-legged with chocolate in a skip amongst other delights.
we switched on the lights which were wrapped around the white frame of her bed.
time passed
as we watched film after film.
the thoughts which they left spiralled dizzily around the tired conversations which we had.
if the dreams which we finally have do not live up to our expectations, must we find a new dream? is that a good thing or a bad thing?
why are we growing up?
we think we are finally ready for one.
soon she began to softly snore
and our conversations melted along with the ice cream.
I woke her up again and we gathered candles and lighters
we greeted the morning amongst their warm glow
smiling at the new day.
(our candles were the closest thing we had to lanterns)
once we returned, all that was left were the creases in the bedsheets; a reminder of the hours that had just passed and a reminder to me that I always think clearer at night and away from people, away from the city and away from home.
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