Oh ~ What a great day to feel the rain pour into our mouths, to be attracted by the smallest, yet brightest lights like months. To be the moon's tears when everything feels lost, or when cold feels warm under skin. I like to read, I like to listen, I like music, I like to touch, I like to understand, to look. Even though it all feels like driving home without a home, looks like I'm saying nonsense once again.
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