I sit on the edge, and you sit next to me. Your hand feels cold and shivers blue light bouncing off the hard rock cliff. Our feet dangle into the nothingness and down below we can see the crisp shape of the moon laid out in pure silver and grey set in a deep dark sky. Lie back and take in the stars, hold your breath and count the moments that the earth steals away your thoughts. We could scream to the world and the world wouldn't hear us. We are free, unbound by lines and fences and gates and restriction. Free to be who we are and to be one with nature and nature. The blue moonlight only shows silhouettes, empty outlines without heart and soul. But I can still feel the warmth of yours and mine and we fight to keep this time of control over ourselves. We found the perfect place to dream, on the edge of our world.
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