Writer's block. It sucks. Blah. The end. Please review.
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It is night.
The heavens are shot with specks of angel, small, twinkling reminders our identities. Blue eyes and navy skies, onyx shadowing left to emphasize your presence beside me.
And we watch the stars fall around us, azure orbs gaping with a childish euphoria as the wind tugs at your hair, dancing and pooling on your shoulders.
Some things are this simple. Happiness, sorrow, pain.
Love.
And in the moment like this, movements can be interpreted wrong, and so we stand in silence in fear that this mirage will fade from sight to reveal the truths we wish to disperse.
And just for a second, let us sit as two people left to reminiscence over this instant. We share an understanding, a desire to undo our past and sins and things that we cannot make amends for – words spoken, fights fought and emotions expressed.
But the thought of tomorrow is comforting, so we share a moment together while it is still night.
