Careless Scribble
That night, the stars and the moon. And you.
Sunday, November 17, 2019
Home
I want to go home, though I'm already there.
Longing for it, I venture out.
For a place of I'm no longer sure,
it exists anymore.
I wish,
I could stay in my dreams, forever
"Don't be sad, Jimmy. You are going to be fine"
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