hotel rooms, soft bodies not finished that haven’t finished forming yet, implicit agreements to lose sleep.

hallways, seemingly transitory locations, a few words shared and an implicit agreement to stay a little longer.

a whimper that translates into an understood meaning of gratitude and disbelief.

lights toying with shadow on a ceiling that isn’t the focal point of either resident of the room.

an escape from anything that isn’t wished to be the focal point of either resident of the room.

two pairs of wandering thoughts that can’t find any answers and just keep floating, but they float together.

a moment that could’ve been forgotten.

a song.

quiet.