in this dark room, rests two souls the moon’s luminous presence acts as the only light source soft inhalation and exhalation of respire, a comfortable rhythm
a peaceful still-painting, only soiled by morning’s departure the lax grip tightens in anticipation sleep waves decrease their amplitude bringing them back to reality
overturned suitcases and bags stuffed with sweats and hoodies lay on the floor, to be packed away daybreak threatening over the horizon, and yet for this relaxed atmosphere one occupant of the room wishes for the moon to not yield to the sun, to extend their time together
oh how lucky one could be to have someone that makes saying goodbye so hard.
FILL: SWAG 2016
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in this dark room, rests two souls
the moon’s luminous presence
acts as the only light source
soft inhalation and exhalation
of respire, a comfortable rhythm
a peaceful still-painting, only
soiled by morning’s departure
the lax grip tightens in anticipation
sleep waves decrease their amplitude
bringing them back to reality
overturned suitcases and bags
stuffed with sweats and hoodies
lay on the floor, to be packed away
daybreak threatening over the horizon,
and yet for this relaxed atmosphere
one occupant of the room wishes
for the moon to not yield to the sun,
to extend their time together
oh how lucky one could be
to have someone that makes
saying goodbye so hard.