This moment was a moment of complete and total peace. No thoughts to interrupt, as they usually did. It was just the moon and me. I sat beside the open window, looking. Just looking. The moon was bright, full—not full enough to be considered a full moon, but full. It filled me with a sense of longing, or even maybe homesickness, if at all possible. Homesickness because although I was here, in my home, sitting in the comfort of my room, I lusted for more. For adventure. To be as far as the moon, maybe. It was ironic, really. I hated change, but staring at the moon made me want it so bad. The clouds were shifting now. I looked and there it was, a little brighter than before. 7:44 at night. A few birds could be heard not too far away. The street lamps brought that eerie glow upon the streets I was particularly fond of. Someone was walking along the street, I could tell. It still felt if it was just the moon and me. Cool breeze brushed past my bare legs every now and then. It was comforting. I wanted to stay here forever. I knew that was all but a dream. For now, though, maybe I could escape my thoughts, even for a few moments. I wanted to be alone with the moon. And so, that was what I did.
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a collection of deep thoughts
Poetry☻swimming under the midnight rain☻ Simply pages of thoughts, feelings, ideas, spilled out into words. To get out before I go mad.
