dim as moonbeams

avant-que-joublie:

we’re waiting for the
storm to come, talking into the
wind and avoiding discussing
real things, watching the
tiny pieces of the world get
blown about, flipping into the
air to get thrown down again;
we’re waiting for the rain so
we can fall asleep with something
softer in our ears; we’re waiting for
the world to end

More simple profound loveliness.

(Source: phantasmagor1c)