Its not so bad
during the day
when the sun warms my skin
and the breeze cools my nerves
when my thoughts are preoccupied
with trivial tasks
Then day turns to night
and the sun lies down to sleep
the moon peaks through my blinds
its stark silver light casting ominous shadows
I wonder,
when I'll see you again.
They say that secrets seek refuge in darkness
But I find my innermost fears all the more illuminated..
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