Wednesday, February 9
I miss those small moments when I would see the clouds in the sky and feel like I was as important as they are. Seeing the moon reflect sunlight. I miss those small moments which caught up to me between moments when I shared my thoughts with the whole world with each breath on my lips. I miss thinking that the smoke from my lungs in the cold morning air was magical. I miss enjoying the rain.
1 Comments:
This seems so familiar.
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damnyou, 11:51 AM
damnyou, 11:51 AM
