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Call me too far gone, to the point of no return

Dissolves in the rain

We were just dreamers caught in the dream of what might have been

—— Rainy days

I don't ask for directions anymore Just walk until the silence shifts Until the cold begins to hum And I remember What it means to almost feel warm

Nothing that's quite your own. Yet this is you.

My dear night thoughts

Perhaps the thing I am searching for never existed. Still, I keep searching. Somewhere along the way, the search became the only place that felt real.

—— October 26.