Why when the wind doesn’t know where it’s going.

When the direction has no direction, merely swimming in the uneasy breeze.

Stars blinking in and out

Planets in masquerade

The clouds forming pockets and covers, but at least one, at least one.

Wondering where the way went.

Wondering if I had one.

In the quietest nights I find moments.

He said it’s time to throw out the same repeating

Things that don’t make me smile anymore.

Need new coincidences, something new to start on.

This journey home I’ve never made before.

Home to the night.

I miss you.

I love you.

Good night.

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