• anothersisyphus 4w

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    I envy the old me who loved the night, who looked out of the window for shimering lights thrown by stars. She smelled moon light, ate the chill, the touch of the breeze, she connected with her soulmates of all the previous existence..she knew they still loved her and sensed her every night too.

    Now, i sit shallow missing her who lived every midnight that the world found dead.