Those nights you've had before, walking among the stars. Clear minded and your chin facing up.
Moments before, it started haunting again - therefore you looked up to the sky.
Every step and star makes you realize that you're still very here and the moon makes you want to stay.
But still
There is something missing.
The smell of burning herbs and the hint of burnt paper.
The memory makes you want tot drool, but the so much stronger self exhales upon those thoughts.
An expanding grin that knows its becoming a smile appears and shows itself again to the remaining calming stars.
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
Those nights you've had before, walking among the stars. Clear minded and your chin facing up.
Moments before, it started haunting again - therefore you looked up to the sky.
Every step and star makes you realize that you're still very here and the moon makes you want to stay.
But still
There is something missing.
The smell of burning herbs and the hint of burnt paper.
The memory makes you want tot drool, but the so much stronger self exhales upon those thoughts.
An expanding grin that knows its becoming a smile appears and shows itself again to the remaining calming stars.
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