Creative? writing.
On a night like tonight, there's only one thing I want... and that's for me and a close friend to snuggle on my back porch under a blanket and explore the night sky... to watch the somber trees waving hello, gentle, as if to shake hands with their closest friends... to see the stars poking through the blackest night like pinholes through the canvas of despair... and to experience the clouds; layering, sphering above us like they had been created only for us, and nobody else, touching the dream world... with the only fear being that at one instance... one moment... I will wake up