The blanket we were using had stars on it, while we were lost in the sky.
Made us feel like we were floating in abyss.
We were so distant from the world, but we were so connected as one.
Vibrant wires, electric relaxation.
Passionate, connected lips for conformation.
It felt real.
Even though we both don't know what that word really means.
Kind of like how we don't know what the world really means.
But at that moment, everything make sense.
At that moment was a glimpse of heaven.
Our eyes open and we came back to life.
Which I guess we call reality.
So I guess that "Real" was futile.
So I guess that all of this is futile.
Should we appreciate that nothingness?
Or hate the fact that there is something real out there?