Breaths

night 01

she always thought of nights as curtains of profound thoughts, shadows of the deepest secrets, blankets of comfort for our kind--the ones who stay up late to see the stars and clouds fight over the horizon above us. she used to pull my hand to lead me upstairs to the rooftop, the same hands who push my hair away to take a good look through my eyes then back to the skies again. she lies back next to me with a distance of a meter (but a hundred for me, really), with her hands meeting behind her head. her laughter a chorus against the light, chilly wind; a song i had memorised at the back of my mind. then she'll look at me, bites her lip, smirks as if she knows something that i don't.

then she will suddenly look like a star, a transcendental light right before me. and all this time, i thought i kept her safe inside my pocket.

but she was too luminiscent, too bright, too beautiful.

i'm so afraid that she might explode very soon.

like a supernova.