I LIKE THIS TIME OF DAY WHEN THE SKY IS A DARK AND DUSTY CORNFLOWER BLUE, WHEN THE SETTLING NIGHT BREATHES A BUBBLE OF SAFE SERENITY OVER EVERYTHING, TUCKING ALL MY FEARS AND WORRIES TO SLEEP. I LIKE THAT YOU ARE FADING INTO A DARK SILHOUETTE AGAINST THE TWILIT SKY; IT MAKES THE SHARP ANGLES OF YOUR FACE SO MUCH CLEARER.
TEACH ME ABOUT CLARITY, ABOUT HOW IT’S OK TO SAY THINGS FORTHRIGHT, ABOUT HOW SUBTLETY IS OVERRATED. AND THEN TEACH ME ABOUT BLURRING LINES, LIKE THOSE THAT DIVIDE WHAT IS AND ISN’T APPROPRIATE IN A PUBLIC SPACE, THE LINES THAT MARK UP THE PAGES ATOP MY PIANO. TEACH ME TO BLUR THE LINE THAT DIVIDES THE SPACE BETWEEN OUR BODIES.
NIGHT FALLS, THINGS SHARPEN AND BLUR SIMULTANEOUSLY. I STAND WITH THEM ON THE EDGE OF TIME, STRADDLING THE DIVISION BETWEEN A WORLD OF CHAOTIC STRESSES AND THIS CALMNESS THAT HAS SETTLED. SETTLED OVER ME.
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