The rain calls me. My thoughts and emotions drip outside my windows and pool upon my cheeks. I am overwhelmed by the moon’s cry in the darkness. He whispers on the winds and his glow fades like distant thunder. Brilliant flashes of light peek through the blinds and ghosts dance hauntingly in my room. I wish for sleep.
Tuesday, February 11, 2020
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