The thing had already lost its charm on second and third night of our consecutive encounters.
The spell had lifted and it had gave way to the usual dullness of that expected push and pull.
I need that high again. But I might never get there again. Because that was one singular exquisite moment in the fabric of space and time, humanity and existence, questions and answers, reciprocation and abandonment.
But isn't life about that?
Chasing the dragon...
Wish I was trapped in Shiina Ringo’s song forever.
It would be metaphorically very meaningful as the song’s name is 望遠鏡の外の景色
I would be lost in a kaleidoscope of planets and stars and suns, where everything is everything and nothing is something.
I would try to find you but ‘you’ that existed on that Thursday night.
Daydreaming about the time you made me forget about everything else.
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