#smearedink

There is a full moon tonight. It is pulsing in the sky. I feel unhinged when I look at it. It has that affect. The moon births lunatics every month. Apparently, dementia patients lose their heads over a full moon. They aimlessly wander the grounds at night, yelling abuse at the staff and each other. Sometimes, staring at the moon drains me. It sucks away at my energy. I bet it uses it to exert light into the deserted sky. Like a lighthouse. Guiding all the lunatics home.

After silencing our alarms, we would award ourselves with a few extra minutes to embrace. Skipping tea and toast for quiet kisses and gentle caresses. The only audible sound being our beating hearts. My legs interlacing his like the boughs of an oak-tree. My god, I loved the taste of his skin.