greenpeace

the middle of nowhere.
a silo.
and twelve days (or so it seemed) of chilled, terrified romance.



i couldn't get your stupid words out of my head.
and in that moment, it was the best thing.
it couldn't have been less repulsive to you that i knew the truth.

and silently
but telepathically
we spoke of everything
elaborating itself inside our minds.
i couldn't have been happier.

no one to reproach ourselves.
no uncoolness to be avoided.
no chance of anything meaning too much.
nothing was too heavy
au contraire....just right.
and i silently said so
as i laid in my bed
after you had left
and prayed to the gods
that there could be more
meaningless-meaningful
nights like these.