Silverfish

Leaves of Distance

You close your eyes and tilt your head upwards slightly, the warm rays of sun lifting you up, light and inviting.

I watch you, the easy rise and fall of your chest, the the yellow reflecting off of your face. I want to kiss you, but for now I'd rather watch you enjoy your breath.

It's odd how things sort of just happen without any warning. It's even more odd that everyone expects they can make them about their own way. Tragedy, death, sickness–nothing you could ever really control. The same goes for love, ebullience, eradication, it's all luck.

And that in itself is horrifying to think about, how you don't really have any control.

But besides that we're sitting in a field next to each other, enjoying the silence, enjoying the company.