I like watching the world fall asleep.
Tucked underneath a skyline, and a blanket of atmosphere winking with stars, it’s almost as if seeing something I’m not supposed to.
But it’s beautiful anyways.
I feel so large and so small. And I let my thoughts run with the night.
Mostly I think of you.
I wonder where you are, what you’re doing, and who you’re with.
And we haven’t met yet, but one day. When we do.
I like to think, maybe you’d like to watch the world fall asleep with me.
A scribbler // Maybe You Think of Me Too.