A Field, A Box, & The Stars
A Field, A Box, & The Stars
I reminisced in the starlight, feeling the grass below me hug my posture as I laid in the empty field I tended to visit too often. There was a solace in the loneliness that field inspired, but one driven by the peace and chaos of one’s thoughts. Each star that captured my attention made me wonder if it had captured her attention too. Perhaps it was an idea that allowed me to believe she was closer than she truly was. That this loneliness was shared by my counterpart through the same focal point. I could spend eons staring at this ominous sky if it had meant she was staring at it too, for it was the idea of hope in the lost battle of love that began to strive in cold nights such as these. Each flower was a reminder of her scent that seemed to sweep me away, and each breeze of the wind a catalyst to long for her touch.
