As the sky grows dark, the twilight feels soft like satin, and spirituous like wine.
Fireflies come out, and Venus too, above us blinking from among the pink and pale indigo of heaven. So far up, she twirls, casts off the sun’s bright light, and sends it back to us like a love letter; a secret messageIt’s nearly dark and maybe we all make wishes looking up. We see fading contrails; the sky turning to night.
T.I.R.E.D!
thats how i am, right now... and seems have been such for ages
Time isn’t on my side this week, month, year
Its JUNE already!
Its JUNE already!
CpRyt@NeerS