the night is most comfortable with itself at 3 am; when the quiet is the only thing to see, and the darkness the only thing to hear. it is an illumination of peace, an orchestrated sequence of silence.
a person is most vulnerable at night; when words dance in the air like lovers at a ball, and actions seem as powerful as the bodies making them. it is a reawakening of the soul, an unexpected baptism of emotion.
this is when i know you best; in the middle of the night, at 3 am, when everything is nothing and we can only hear our breaths and heartbeats, our bodies pressed together almost as if they were meant to be molded into each other.
this is how it should be; you, and me, alone for hours because
i am most at ease when i am with you; when you tangle my hair between your fingers, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. it is a safe haven for me, an unofficial place to call home.
i guess i should say thank you, because you make love so easy. everytime you hold me close, it's like a breath of fresh air and after what felt like drowning for so long, i'm happy to be able to breathe again.
this is 4 yrs old, i should really start writing again (12.07.16)