Another sun sets in the horizon, but our day is just beginning. We were on a road that led to nowhere. But it didn’t matter, because we couldn’t see the end. And I thought to myself that it would be alright if we postponed all our worries for tomorrow. Like how you went out through the window while your parents were asleep, since we had places to be. Along the way you started complaining that you were hungry, and we were running out of gas, while the only thing I could think about was how perfectly your hand fit in mine.
I’ll admit, the reckless abandon by which I write is my very own guilty pleasure. Perhaps someday you’ll take the time to pass by this haven that I’ve made, away from prying eyes. The fickle words that reach me often leave this boy wanting for not but to embrace the darkness with anticipation. Maybe you’re reading this right now. Or it’s just me again hoping that these words will come across and miraculously set things right. To find that a soul so fragile still ventures out into the world in search for the light while emitting its own soft glow. There’s no one quite like you.