whispered

©James Graham

sitting silently wearing the socks that keep my knees warm, i connect with my soul because shes the only one thats around. those things that tend to get in the way of the talking to myself since all the worlds asleep, soundly dreaming of the dinosaurs that roam freely. stomping around, leaving tracks behind so that we can find them when we awake. the dust begins to settle as the fog clears and between the breaths you notice that we never stopped holding hands. fingers grasping tightly as if the momentary separation would widen the hidden gap. the clicking of the keystrokes gets louder and the reality of the fading day dream becomes visible. do you really have to go? maybe we can just lay here a while longer and wait for the stars to stop twinkling, a terrible thought but an eternity away.