Sep 2014
Lying in your room we stop time.
Any other time and place we are left sinking through seconds toward our fate but we float late nights in your room trapped in the amber.
The fluid and constant second hand clicking away our time together on your wrist, is silenced by our breathing.
And in the presence of each other, encompassed in the company, and engrossed in the solidarity that comes with being together, we don't allow the night to end.
But last night it did.
Our perfect night was finally penetrated by the tick, tick, ticking reality that so desperately sought to break in and rob us of our unwarranted and unrealistic happiness and sense of safety.
Any other time and place we are left sinking through seconds toward our fate but we float late nights in your room trapped in the amber.
The fluid and constant second hand clicking away our time together on your wrist, is silenced by our breathing.
And in the presence of each other, encompassed in the company, and engrossed in the solidarity that comes with being together, we don't allow the night to end.
But last night it did.
Our perfect night was finally penetrated by the tick, tick, ticking reality that so desperately sought to break in and rob us of our unwarranted and unrealistic happiness and sense of safety.
