— 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜.
on cloudy nights, i am secluded in my room under nothing but the dim flicker of faux stars dangling above my head, and a pretty picture of you painted across my mind. i stare into nothingness, with no other thoughts; i wait for you. suddenly, a shimmer of bright white light peers through the little crack of my drawn curtains blowing softly in the wind, decorating the wall before my curled form. my eyes trace along the thin line of light, feet seeming to move towards the window on their own; i feel another sense take control of my body, like the strings of an elegant harp being plucked away, as little fingers begin to pull at the material shadowing the entity that possesses my everything. my hair flows behind my shoulders, face showered with stardust, and the bright light shone that i wait for each night. moonlight pools into my palms, sparkling with a touch of you. the sensation— soft, gentle hands envelop mine, your size significantly larger; long, delicate fingers intertwine with my tiny ones. there’s something so intriguing about hands, but especially yours. perhaps it’s because of the way you carry them upon yourself. the thoughts of endless work ignited with your hands, full of strength yet able to perform such delicate maneuvers. it’s the way my heart beats a little quicker at the sight of you holding something so dear, like a camera, anxious to show the art of your eyes to the world. it’s the way you make the simplest of hand gestures so incredibly beautiful. it’s the way you hold my heart in the palm of your hand, giving me a feeling of protection. i never ask for too much, i promise i will never ask for too much of you, just let me hold my hand in yours, press a kiss to your fingertips, feel the brush against my skin— but dreams remain as dreams. so each night, i run to my opened window in hopes of holding moonlight in my hands. that way, i can hold onto you.