🌾 Queer Solitude in the Countryside
The Long Quiet
The nights in the countryside stretch endlessly.
Silence hums louder than neon signs,
and boredom becomes a companion—
a single queer soul wandering dirt roads,
waiting for laughter to echo back.
Boredom as Soil
But boredom is not emptiness.
It is soil, fertile and patient,
where longing plants its roots deep in the earth.
Every quiet evening is a seed,
every sigh a small watering of hope.
Another Soul Beneath the Same Sky
Somewhere, another heart is searching too.
Another queer soul watches the same stars,
dreaming of someone to share them with.
The horizon may feel wide and lonely,
but it is also a bridge—
connecting two lives across fields and valleys.
Love Arrives Like Rain
Even here, in the quiet fields,
love can arrive like rain after drought.
It may be slow,
it may be tender,
but it will come.
You are not forgotten.
You are not alone.
The rural horizon holds more than silence—
it holds the promise of connection.
