a sunday night 11:34pm
Today it was Easter.
A day none of us really focused on ever celebrating. It's significance unmatchable compared to Christmas or Halloween.
But it was my day off and his as well.
So we took storm to our local cvs. Purchasing chocolates filled with sticky filling and clouds covered in sugar.
In your car, with windows rolled all the way down to its' edges. The sky in full perspective, slowly yet sharply carved into the hood.
The seats leaned the farthest they could go, candy littered the space in between.
The park was quiet, a bit tranquil.
A stray being would sometimes hover on by.
But nothing big enough to interrupt our whispered conversations.
He laughed a lot more today, I think I've finally gotten past his highly built walls. And over them a sea of petals and pink waters flooded the space.
He laid there in the middle of it all. Adorned by silks and golden pieces, a hand reaching out to me in sultry moves.
There's a longer way to go, to finally reach him and dress myself in his own light. But judging from how sweet his lips had tasted I'm willing to learn how to swim.
It was all thought of while he spoke, words slurring together and teeth sparkling brightly. Uncannily resembling a scene from some overly cinematic movie. With a palette of browns, blues and your eyes.
It was impossible to focus on what he had been complaining of. Instead I took to watching the way his mouth would stretch and purse in moments of silence.
Eventually he had took notice, and decided watching was never as satisfying as feeling.
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