I put my everything into The Stranger who roams the halls when I'm asleep. I can sense their presence while my eyes are closed, it causes shivers down my spine. I will never trust someone like I trust The Stranger, the strange, strange ways they keep me up at night. My mind constantly wondering where they are when it's daytime. Where do they go to hibernate while the sun shines. The Stranger gets closer every day, their ragged breath longing for something more and shallow tears fall onto my pillow. A figure in the night that I've grown comfortable with, but even then I'm too scared to start a conversation. Anxiety chokes me even when The Stranger sings me to sleep.
written 7/18/24
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