remarkable things

grammar went for a holiday, left chaos in its place.

because nights spent alone, cold cup of coffee in hand, reading by the light of the flickering floor lamp, its bulb teetering precariously on that boundary between life and death, simply cannot be compared to nights spent on top of high rise apartment buildings looking out over cities alive with those twinkling lights, someone else’s hand in mine, harsh wind blowing against my face, making the tip of my nose turn red and my entire body shake with each shiver but god, i don’t care because there’s you, there’s me and it feels, it feels, like that’s it.