The Morality Of The Sun and Moon

The Morality of the Sun and Moon

"how strange", he says, 

as we're sat facing each other on the couch,

blankets thrown haphazardly about our laps. 

"how strange that we've only known each other a week."

i haven't given it much thought until now,

the passing of time working somehow differently within our blurred reality 

but he's right 

it's been a week since i stepped foot on this farm

into this world where nothing is quite real and nothing is quite not

everything just is

we sit in silence for a moment,

he's absentmindedly drawing patterns on the exposed skin of my calf

as I hum in quiet contentment -

I could stay like this forever, I think.

but i can't, not really 

because time may pass strangely here, but it passes none the less

"and how strange to think in two days time 

we will go back to being as if we never knew each other at all,"

i say softly, 

it hurts to say it, but at this point it's going to hurt regardless 

Author's Note

to the world for giving me everything I always wanted, if only for a week