I go out in the dark nights of November,
When it's 3am and owls are awake,
When no human breath can be heard,
Where I'm alone with my mind and my unconscious body,
The moon and the clouds are watching me as I walk slowly the streets of this cold night,
They've seen me walk such walks many nights before to know very well I'm a nighthawk,
Walking these streets that are only lit by the moon's light and my thoughts,,
my many many thoughts,
Ones that only come at that clock on that specific street.
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AMBIVALENT LIFE (prose)
Poetry༄ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞 • ❁ If you wanna say "𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒" read this. • ✭A book that has ambivalent feelings going from sadness to happiness,,from love to heartbreak and from fear to safeness. • 〘𝑰𝒕'�...
