One does not need to sound smart to be liked. If one naturally sounds smart, well. Bully on them.
I am not a hipster.
I am in fact, a Danaësaur.
I hate pants.
I like socks.
I've been waiting all day for this.
I am afraid, that for the briefest moment, I close my eyes, and you disappear. That when my world is dark, the rest of it is as well. For you will be gone.
I dare not wish for better eyesight; to lose the blurs and twinkling lights of this moment, to see all movement of light fade from my eyes forever.
The stars on the mountain, they twinkle.
And they twinkle because of you.
I stare at you longer and you light up, yes, that last little flash before you say goodbye.
And I wait for you again.
"Don't close your eyes this time, darling."