primitive. broken. redeemed.

we left our clothes behind because we realized that those threads of society are no longer what defines us, so we trudged on into the darkness naked but more importantly together. along the way there were signs of past residents and of the world such as discarded pop cans, beer bottles, and cigarette butts. they were no longer here though. they left their mark and left, themselves. whereas we intended to leave ourselves. the night was cold on the bare skin, especially my right hand that gripped the revolver. my left however was scorching within the heat of your own. we stood at the opening not saying anything, not needing to. the look in your eyes said enough as it was all i saw reflected in the moonlight. and then, it began to rain.