The lit up buildings. The moon. The busy city life. This room. Your smile. The way your body is pressed against mine. The lies.
But when the sun comes up light shines upon it all. Leaving nothing but truth in its wake.
The boring buildings. The bright and harsh sun. The day life of robotic workers. This place we call home. Your rouse. The way our bodies donβt mesh anymore. The hurt behind your lies.
Everything is prettier in the dark. Until the sun comes and shines on its truth.