Me and my favorite person are together,
alone in the dark, quiet night.
No sounds or humanity around us.
Everything around us is asleep except for the stars.
They are sparkling brightly in the pitch black sky.
Just me and him, together, on a hill, under the stars.
We gaze upon city lights.
There’s no people or movement.
It’s abnormal.
Me and him listening to the breeze.
Cold air in our lungs and on our faces.
Stars scattered across pitch black.
Me and my favorite person watch everything.
And because we are together,
We feel safe even though we both feel so small and pathetic against the big, quiet, dark world.
We are together.
And that’s all that matters.
Murchison
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