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Lise,
I thought about life at eighty-seven miles an hour today.
Between sleep and reading, I found time to think about my futures. The entire day I plotted and remembered all my dreams. I won't write any of them -- they seem too foolish. But it was nice to recall the fact the I have thought about my life before, and how I will use the best of my abilities to better the world.
The ride was quite soothing, but I found the twilight blanketing the sky to be much more calming. As I sat in the backseat, I felt like a curious five-year-old who had never seen a city before. I turned my entire body around and looked out the back of the car so I could watch lights, cars, and stars speed away from me. The great thing about being away from a city in the night is that the moon is kind enough to light the emptiness. I have this amazement with the way moonlight breaks through windows and space to shed light on my skin and the world. It's simply beautiful.
I guess this would be a good moment to insert the first time I ever kissed a girl.
Our usual group went out to our getaway one spring evening: skyline. The night sky was filled with trillions of stars. I read a book once, and the character described the night sky like a snowglobe. The sky is actually like a casing, and stars are really holes that let the outside light leak in. Nonetheless, this was going through my mind that night. Of course, the moon was in full and lit the ground the way a candle lights its surroundings. She and I left the others to walk up a large hill with tall grass. We sat there for a while, passively regarding everything around us. I finally bucked up the courage, "Can I kiss you?" As if seconds could seem like years, we both went in for one of the most simple, yet sweetest kisses I have ever experienced. After, we let our backs fall upon the ground and just lied with each other looking at the light breaking into our world.
I'm not quite sure why I let things go. It's always out of fear, but I'm rarely sure what the fear is.
If there was anything about the moonlight tonight, I guess I could say the way it covers everything like a thin cream reminded me of her porcelain skin.
Jaded,
-Lee
I thought about life at eighty-seven miles an hour today.
Between sleep and reading, I found time to think about my futures. The entire day I plotted and remembered all my dreams. I won't write any of them -- they seem too foolish. But it was nice to recall the fact the I have thought about my life before, and how I will use the best of my abilities to better the world.
The ride was quite soothing, but I found the twilight blanketing the sky to be much more calming. As I sat in the backseat, I felt like a curious five-year-old who had never seen a city before. I turned my entire body around and looked out the back of the car so I could watch lights, cars, and stars speed away from me. The great thing about being away from a city in the night is that the moon is kind enough to light the emptiness. I have this amazement with the way moonlight breaks through windows and space to shed light on my skin and the world. It's simply beautiful.
I guess this would be a good moment to insert the first time I ever kissed a girl.
Our usual group went out to our getaway one spring evening: skyline. The night sky was filled with trillions of stars. I read a book once, and the character described the night sky like a snowglobe. The sky is actually like a casing, and stars are really holes that let the outside light leak in. Nonetheless, this was going through my mind that night. Of course, the moon was in full and lit the ground the way a candle lights its surroundings. She and I left the others to walk up a large hill with tall grass. We sat there for a while, passively regarding everything around us. I finally bucked up the courage, "Can I kiss you?" As if seconds could seem like years, we both went in for one of the most simple, yet sweetest kisses I have ever experienced. After, we let our backs fall upon the ground and just lied with each other looking at the light breaking into our world.
I'm not quite sure why I let things go. It's always out of fear, but I'm rarely sure what the fear is.
If there was anything about the moonlight tonight, I guess I could say the way it covers everything like a thin cream reminded me of her porcelain skin.
Jaded,
-Lee