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cloudless - burnt out/still glowing
if I lined up all the perfect one night conversations with strangers I've had in a row, it would come to about three weeks, but that moment the sun rises something is already gone. is the detachment in me? do you dissolve in daylight? how does initial fascination end so fast and seem impossible to cajole back? it's like laying on my back as a boy, looking up at clouds. every year they seem to get closer and closer, until one day they were so close I could no longer see them at all, and whatever mystery I thought lay within them had now disappeared.