and i find me, lost in this moment, whispers of dreams brush ’gainst my skin. they say the quiet ones hold stories loudest, but what louder, than silence ’twixt us, where glance speak more than words? Perchance in little things it lies, how world warmer feels, when near you.
i don’t say much anymore, maybe because the night listens better than people do. i sit here, but somehow the world still calls it “okay.” it’s strange, how some moments feel like polaroids shaky, dim, and accidentally honest. but it’s fine… i glow a little in the dark anyway.