a quiet night, even with raindrops hammering the tin roof outside. so peaceful and calm.
i was about to wrap up the fairy lights and box them away, but strung them up on the wall on a whim, around a picture frame next to my bed. feels so teenagey... but the dim light and silence go well together.
my mind runs away from me again... i recall a photo of them, my lover with another, pulling funny faces under a string of lights just like these. every single thing is a reminder. as if i could forget. just let go, they say. just? when i tried that, i let go of my whole life.
but for a minute there, it was just rain and nothing more.
