moscato

Spread out across sofas, chairs, and the floor, tiredly sobering up. Interstellar on the piano as most of us absentmindedly played with our phones. It was the best form of nothingness you could ever be a part of. One arm around her as she moved ever so slightly towards me (or at least in my mind’s eye), the warmth of another was comforting. It was a quiet type of peacefulness. The normality of knowing that this wasn’t anything extraordinary, a day that most could end up like, but still so meaningful. Some moments are short infinities, the ones where you last forever, but only in the moment. Softly, I built a home inside that night.