My dark man. (3)
From the Blog randomlyabstract *We sat there at a distance, both missing each other. We could've just turned to face one another and talk. We could've just talked.* It's that same place again, and that same part of nighttime where everything feels stitched to something deeper and more calm. We are sitting together: he on the log, and I on a rock. Spread wide above us are the skies, innumerable stars glistening on their soft sheets. The air is cool. I can't describe how it smells or feels, but I know. It's the kind of moment one wants to seize, literally freeze. It's not when you want to think about how time is passing. Because time is not passing. It shouldn't, now, should it? I tell myself that you won't leave. But I know it means nothing. And it is with this thought that the weight of our silence starts bpakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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