we exist in this summer haze,
days trailing into nights
we sit beneath midnight skies
painted obsidian and aubergine,
sipping on Guinness and cider
and talking about life
and love
and the ache of it all
we keep waiting on this new moon
to impart its infinite wisdom,
waiting for stories untold
to unfold amidst the stars
but there is only the echo of absence,
a silence that shakes us
so we fill it
with chatter
with chaos
we get drunk on the noise
because anything is better than this
q u i e t
because anything is better than admitting
we have no clue
what is going on
we sit in shadows cast by starlight
and wait for the sun to rise
(maybe it will share its secrets)
– ashley jane