our forgotten faces

i m writing because i might forget but i honestly don't understand how i could but if i do at least i d have this:

you do not know that i feel something but i will describe this night as vividly as i could just because i can't help but get it out of my system. it lingers, you see the feeling of this perfect reverie. when we talk and smile in my perfect world

heavens were coated suddenly with a red blanket

and those stars that we used to praise were gone.

the breeze was perfect. just as you were.

my friend my enemy my love.

the grass was soft but at the same time coarse

do you remember you asked me if my heart was working? i believe that it was.