#quietconnection
Blue hued skin from across the room.
I can tell that you’re trapped in a daze.
Though, you’re a stranger to me and I don’t know your name—
The location we share is telling.
Blue hued eyes that miss and meet mine.
Inside, I shutter and gasp.
For those blue eyes, one of which is blind.
There’s a story that will help time pass.
Two chairs and a clock tick-tock, tick-talks.
We chat in the evening bloom.
No phones blue-hue to trap and consume,
It’s only just Me and You.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 5:31 PM UTC
Where We Forget the World
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We step out,
just us,
and the night.
The moon is full,
bright enough
to see each other clearly.
No music—
just the breeze
and our footsteps.
You take my hand.
We don’t speak.
We don’t need to.
We move slowly,
finding a rhythm
that feels like home.
A turn,
a laugh,
a small misstep.
Nothing perfect,
but it doesn’t matter.
It’s ours.
The world feels far away,
like it’s paused
just for this.
We stay there,
under that quiet light,
a little longer than we should.
Not thinking ahead.
Not looking back.
Just here,
together,
in the middle of the night.
By Paul Baldry (Long John)
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 7:09 AM UTC