2am

Watching the world fly by in non-descript tree tops and blue grey sky. Feeling the soft fingers running through my hair, cautiously touching the ridges of my ear, and then back again. Hearing the nostalgic yearnings of a lost life, but never a forgotten one. Thinking dim thoughts, enjoying the moment I know will end soon, but ever hoping for more. Getting chills whenever his skin touches mine. Be still my heart. I need you to not be in my throat so that I can breath.