text to a friend

it’s 2:18. I opened my front door for some reason and was surprised at how to bright it was outside. I walked out to look at the moon, which ended up being mostly covered by clouds, and it felt so strange. it’s 71° and there’s a gentle breeze. no one is awake, besides the car you may hear at the end of that video and the copious amounts of bugs and other assorted insects that are relentless in their noise-making.

I feel so real right now. i keep hiding from cars (all two do them so far… wait here’s number three) cause like what’s a kid doing out at 2:21am? don’t want to worry them.

I don’t know what this feeling is, but it’s healing? no. just… real.

the moon is so bright; even with the cloud cover, everything is quite illuminated. I know I need to go to bed but I want to stay out here a little longer. soak it in.

well I hear some odd noises so I went back inside and I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this… maybe because it feels like an answer to what I was saying yesterday?—er, i guess two days ago now—about not having the mornings and not having the cold? it’s neither of those things, but it feels like something that’s just as special—something that’s just as good.

ok that’s all.

i hope you slept well.