Jojo64

All's quiet. This should be a peaceful, quiet night, the kind of night that should envelop you into its depths like a warm cocoon, weaving the most wonderful dreams, and if you're lucky like this night should have been, sharing that enclosed space with someone willing to mesh softly with you. But no. It's anything but any of that for my wired mind. The soft whirring of the air conditioner sounds like distant rumbling thunder in the piercing silence of this room. The sound of lightly-passing traffic scrapes harshly at the windows, and I'm having a hard time processing thought with this rush of noise echoing between my ears as I sit myself up

You're wrapped in a white sheet, a makeshift dress with a pearly sheen reflecting the moonlight outside as you stand outside my balcony, gazing skyward. I can't see your face, but I know it's you. The way you tilt your head as your hair falls in a bundle to one side, the color of the skin of your exposed back, heaving gently in the breeze. The sheet falls lower to reveal your right shoulder, and I kiss it gently, wrapping my arms across your waist. Your hands tentatively grab mine. I've been thinking about you, a voice says. I can't tell if it's yours or mine, nor can I tell whose teardrops fall gently on your shoulder, beading up like dewdr

Spent part of the night with a stranger in my arms, her tears flowing on my shoulder while she lay her woes on me naked, figuratively and literally, as ghosts of the past came back to haunt her, just from the mere sight of my face. I reminded her of him, she said, speaking of a former love, now lost to the past. I stroked her hair, a heady, smoky scent filling my nose while my shirt started to soak in her grief. But my words cut through her haze - while nothing I could say could do anything to numb the pain, my words could remind her of her own strength to grow beyond it, like the body’s natural hardening of a bone after a break. Pressu