still up.
my broken clock still makes the ticking sound even though the time doesn't change.
i think it's the moon.
full and masked by the dust & grime in the air.
its rays are trying to reach me.
savoring the silence for a change.
i feel a longing for somebody. i wish i knew who.
i think its a lot of people & i don't think that's bad.
still so alive.
& so fortunate.
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this is beautiful
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