Sunday, September 1, 2024

Another crowded room filled with shadows chasing more shadows. I couldn’t breathe, so I went outside, to hang my own shadows in the moonlight underneath the stars.

It wasn’t my shadow giving chase to the darkness that bothered me, it was the crowded room full of people. 

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