silent and drifting.
that's what i've found myself becoming these days; with a cup of coffee and crackers sprawled on the floor as my companion and dinner, i sit staring at the playful colors of yellow, red, and white in the canvas of the night sky. i've found a place quite similar to when i was a six year old beneath the covers of pillows and blankets and stuffed toys. but instead of imaginary houses or hidden gardens, i met my abode with the heights of a fifteen floor building and the gustling wind.
i'm liking it up here, really.
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