Busy, but alive. |
The world has cracked, and all that is left is the sky and small masses of floating land. The sky, so blue and vast. What little earth we have is so fragile and sacred. I want to spend whatever time I have with you. |
*sip*
The lights start to dim. Customers begin to clear out.
It’s just me and my laptop in the corner of this coffee shop, and the barista behind the counter doing the closing clean-up.
I look out the window to watch the sky darken; it’s getting pretty late.
The blues music playing in the background switches over to this slow, melodic ballad about a man wanting to go home to hold his lover.
I look back to my laptop; I’m too busy to be listening to these lyrics.
The blues music comes back on.
One more hour till closing.
