Memoirs

And as we sit silently looking at the sky, the ridiculousness of our sad existence bashes us in the back of the head, and there we lay, completely unaware of our surroundings, and yet everything feels familiar. The touch of skin. The smell of hair. The sight of eyes and lips. The taste of each other. Familiar. And then we sleep. Together like never. We just sleep holding each other, feeling each other's heartbeat against our chests, feeling each other's warm moist breath on our necks, our bodies cradled in each other. Comfort. Stillness. Love. And for those pitiful moments of semi-consciousness, we are not miserable. One could even say we're happy.