May 26
yesterday I spent a good hour looking at the sky from my window at like, one am. I even considered going out to the park to stare at the moon, because where I currently live there are a lot of buildings that don't let me look at the night sky at often. It was wonderful. sometimes, when I can't sleep (a lot of times, actually, because insomnia goes brr) I just go to my little balcony to stare at the moon and the sky.
It's one of my favorite activities in the summer, too, to just admire the night sky. In my head, I tell her stories, I talk to her, and she tells me back that she loves me too. It makes me a bit sad, sometimes, I guess. Not sad-sad, almost like nostalgia, I guess.
