The silence we share. It’s nothing eerie or blank. It’s filled with knowing. Knowing each other’s feelings. Like we fill a gap of time—with words. Invisible ones. We’re sure of these feelings.
Feels like we’re sitting on rockets which we know will soon, like lightning, suddenly and all at once explode and we’d be sure to say the exact words to each other. But we don’t. Puzzling it is, how we can be so sure of something, but at the same in sync moment, be so unsure. Like reaching for stars. We feel so close. But there’s an ocean of millions of miles between us—
Unfortunate emotions those are.