It’s always those critical 24 hours that send you to your grave. Those last unending seconds that keep you holding too tight and push you in letting go too soon. But when were we ever in the right place at the right time? Every night is a night for spilled champagne on carpeted floors and gentle touches on bare shoulders - but when did they ever end? Every morning is a morning for whispered farewells and almost written notes, fading pieces of parchment in dark curtained rooms - but when did we ever end?
Look out your window, your balcony, or wherever you are that you’re not with me - the sun is finally giving up. Let me do so too. Just now.
Because another night is dawning upon us. Just now, please let me leave. Just now, please let me live.
Posted on Saturday April 16th
