Sleepless.
Nothing at all to hear except the occasional dull roar of the highway.
The house is dark.
The moon sheds her sweet silver light into the bedroom,
illuminating only shadows and imagination.
My thoughts swarm,
swim,
tangle,
explode.
Why must I think of you?
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Er...its getting a bit quiet here eh? How are things going? Please don't stop. ;-)
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