The Shadow of a Winter Sun

The vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books…

Sweet sun
Send me the moon

… So when I meet you, in that moment, I am no longer a part of your future but I start quickly becoming a part of your past; but in that instant, I get to share your present and you get to share mine.

… stunned at the impermanence of everything

There was a gay fiction among us that we were constantly enjoying ourselves, and a skeleton truth that we never did. To the best of my belief, our case was in the last aspect a rather common one.

One Day.

Great Expectations.

Last of the lazy Orlando days.

The last of the times and names held in my memory.