Stolen light, comes to life in the downpour
Awake in the dead of night, shutters open to collapsing skies
Folded up, I felt the warmth of five points held to mine
And a breath to distill fear
As regular as my heartbeat
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 7:39 AM UTC
Stolen light, comes to life in the downpour
Awake in the dead of night, shutters open to collapsing skies
Folded up, I felt the warmth of five points held to mine
And a breath to distill fear
As regular as my heartbeat
2:09am, February 5th 2013
The streetlamps dappled the grey roads with a ghostly yellow haze. They were like artificial suns, alive only in the night, as if they’d selfishly stolen the life from the sun to power themselves.
I lay awake, listening to the pouring rain, holding her in my arms.
While asleep, she reached out to grab my hand, and brought it close, wrapping both hers around it.
Such a small motion spoke of so much unspoken affection.
It dispelled the fears I'd collected over the last month.
Her breath alternated between calm and ragged, occasionally voicing some distress I couldn’t see myself--it was a rhythm my heart followed that night.
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