A passing moon and empty silhouette keep me company this early morn walk, their quiet company, a silent vignette. A passing moon and empty silhouette embrace longing of this hopeful gazette, yet bid adieu to my faint solo talk. A passing moon and empty silhouette keep me company this early morn walk.
The world is dark but the moon is big enough, bright enough to light it up just enough to make out the dark grey silhouette of the mountains against the blue-grey sky.
The hustle of the day goes quiet. The stars are out. The night is chilly, but warm enough that you don’t need a jacket.
What a perfect night to be lonely.
This bittersweet sap slows time down. It feels thick and slightly cloudy. Its the feeling of being full and heavy. It is happy and overbearingly sad all at once. But this sap is comfortable and welcoming. I want the quiet night and bittersweet sap to last forever.