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Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.
The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of
light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
I wish I could stuff my mouth full of raindrops and fill my pockets full of snow. I wish I could trace the veins in a fallen leaf and feel the wind pinch my nose.
Truth is a jealous, vicious mistress that never ever sleeps, is what I don’t tell him. I’ll never be okay.