your promises look like lies

my favorite place in the whole world is my window sill at 4am. it's the only time that everything makes sense without making sense. i know that sounds absolutely nuts... but somehow i can comprehend it.

the street lights expose truths, but i feel sheltered in the darkness of my apartment. for those few moments nothing is wrong in the world. i exist in my own universe.

the air smells of cool summer rain. i watch it fall on the leaves and run down my arm. it feels refreshing... the moon peeks through bouts of rain clouds and i find myself drifting off into a state of unconsciousness.

the clouds have passed. it's me and the hazy moon... answer my questions.

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you're on your own now.