I close my eyes and take a deep breath
Before I open them again
To look at the night sky
A cold breeze shaking my soul
I look at those little twinkling lights
Some of them trying to hide in the blur.
I think I know now why Vincent stared at them as well
Maybe he was trying to see himself there
Or maybe he expected for something incredible to happen
Or maybe, just maybe
He just wanted to find a friend among them.
I sometimes wonder if they smiled back at him
Or if he, out of loneliness, became one.
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3:21 a.m.
PoetryThis is a compendium of words, sentences, and paragraphs written at 3 in the morning heavily influenced by the sweet scent of rum and a kiss of loneliness. Although written with the sincerity of my heart, I should warn you: It is NOT really that goo...
