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Jun 2020
Usually I rested peacefully through the night. Drifting from stream to river, flowing delicately down into the crystal blue oceans of the dream world.

But not tonight.

Tonight the waves of my subconscious crashed and collided against jagged rocks, jumped blindly down waterfalls. Free falling into the darkest depths of the ocean, as a my mind is met with a wall of black abyss.

Only then am I able to feel the crushing weight of yesterday, of every word left unsaid, of every word said. The warmth of your hand resting on my chest like the golden suns rays bringing comfort, peace and a sense of familiarity I now long for in the night.
Written by
Milan Thomas
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