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Table of ContentsMIDNIGHT MEMORIES
The moon waxes and wanes. You lay your head on my shoulder and breathe slowly, deeply. Thoughts pour through my body. Rivers. Roads. Pop lyrics creep in one ear, out the other. This one and only edition of "Midnight Memories" will hopefully capture some of the best parts of this half-journey around the sun that I have been lucky enough to spend with you. And give you a glimpse into the thoughts/hopes/fears that linger into consiousness as I lay next to you, as you drift in and out of beautiful sleep.
It is meant to be serious, funny, erotic, ridiculous and full of occasions that only you will understand.
Dallas Clay -14 Febrero 2013
We would come back to this apartment later that evening after a long night out on the town in Hell's kitchen and sneak onto the roof of the building. A stunning view of midtown lay more than a hundred blocks in the distance. Miraculously, an abundance of stars were visible in the clear blue sky. After a few minutes, I lay on my back and let all the air out of my lungs. Horacio's back was facing me and he glanced around and saw me laying there. He quickly joined and we cuddled up on the roof to warm from the chill in the late-September air. I felt so at peace laying next to him and felt as though my guard was down and hoped that he could sense the closeness that I felt at that moment. As we gazed at the stars, Horacio exclaimed, "did you see that!?" A fleeting glimpse of a shooting star quickly passed over the sky in an instant. "I did. I can't remember the last time I saw a shooting star." These moments are what makes life worth living for me. As many fears and doubts as I have building a new relationship, these moments are essential to my existence. Even if things do not work out, I'll always have this. And that makes it worth it.
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