philosophy at midnighta lack of light arouses imagination
a full moon pulls us out closer to the stars to the rest of the unknown
our minds run rampant
our eyes fail to close
summerhaze of summer days intertwining, combining into a blurred timeline dipping my foot in the cold water of old heartbreak trusting what the heart holds so close a mist of smoke passes between ussummer
in the dark under stars on the ceiling contradicting whispers breach the space confusing my heart my judgment is weak your appeal is so strong my own drug to crawl back to endlessly
| i like being me and nothing else. EXISTENCE is key |
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