I look at the beautiful night sky, with clouds that form around the moon in artistic swirls that blend with the stars...
...through the branches of a swaying tree, I find myself thinking of my past, my friends, my losses, my loves, and I hate every bit of it. I think not of you, but another I have feelings for, one I'm afraid to admit to admiring...
...stagnant air touches my lips, caressing them, inticing me to follow; on my right you stand, in an autumn tree grove, on my left she sits playing with children I don't know, in a sun enriched forest, I'm torn…
…toinght I pace, in the path that seperates two different worlds, indecisive and conflicted, I miss you; I'm sorry; I need you; I'll find you, love…
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