writer in the dark

yellow

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an impossibly starry night. the sky is a beautiful midnight canvas, dusted with sparkling spacedust - stars that twinkle and wink, golden whispers of joy that you feel in your bones. it is a sky that you want to lie down and drink in, letting the endless stretch of beauty mesmerise you as time melts away. the grass tickles your arms as a gentle breeze twirls around you and your partner. they sit beside, acoustic guitar perched on their knee, as the sky cradles you two in its earthly palms.

it is here you feel happy. warm. content. you both wear smiles that hurt your cheeks, singing carelessly into the night. laughter bubbles in your chests and bursts out your mouths, uncontrollable and buoyant. when your eyes meet, you swell with so much love for each other, for there is no one else you want to share this moment with. this moment, this love, like the sky, is so breathlessly captivating yet so wonderfully simple in its beauty and its happiness. your moment's carefree soundtrack, pulled from guitar strings and soft lips, fuses with the rustling trees and the winds. here, your happiness shines like the stars.