once, while searching for peace,
comfort found me in the middle of the night.
It came in the form of cups of coffee and plates shared with friends I barely knew.
and under the yellow haze cast from overhead lights
we brushed away the dust of the long summer day
with talks of past mistakes and stories of things we've done.
with gossip and gospel.
on the ride home we talked about human nature
and the weather in Ohio
while through the windshield the moon illuminated the fog and threw shadows on the faces of sleeping backseat passengers.
looking back I realized,
that night, in those hours before sunrise
we constructed a whole new universe around each other.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC
once, while searching for peace,
comfort found me in the middle of the night.
It came in the form of cups of coffee and plates shared with friends I barely knew.
and under the yellow haze cast from overhead lights
we brushed away the dust of the long summer day
with talks of past mistakes and stories of things we've done.
with gossip and gospel.
on the ride home we talked about human nature
and the weather in Ohio
while through the windshield the moon illuminated the fog and threw shadows on the faces of sleeping backseat passengers.
looking back I realized,
that night, in those hours before sunrise
we constructed a whole new universe around each other.
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