the deluded ones [#2]

to

june 17th, 2017

the streets are misty and covered in fog, but the lights still glow distortedly through it all, creating an odd, orange glow. my friend walks with me down the empty road, and the tranquility of everything is kind to me. for once, the night is sweet to me, brushing its hand against my cheek and trying to make a smile rise from my tired eyes and pale cheeks.

the lights remind me of fireflies but less bold and bright. they hum to life with their glow, not at their brightest beam but enough to show that they're alive. the night is cool, so very collected, and it ruffles my hair while it gathers my puzzle piece thoughts together.

and the puzzles piece together a thought of you. i find myself wondering how you're doing now and if you've found peace at all. i miss listening to your words with my eyes rather than my ears, but i hope you're happy, i really do.

so, when the night grows a little later, i speak to you for a short time, and you say this is more difficult than you expected. you say i'm still there, you know i'm still there.

but it's hard, and i cannot say you're wrong because it's hard for me too. it's hard to try to give you space when i'm so used to seeing you speak, and it's hard to remember sometimes that you're still there.

but you are, and i am too. we can do this. we can. we should be able to.

even if the fog covers our eyes and stops us from seeing the other's presence, we just have to remember that we're still here. we aren't gone forever, just for a short time maybe. i hope we can remember that. i hope i can remember that.