9 am or something*

there’s rain hitting my window seal, oh so lightly; in trance that becomes hard to break free, and it’s exciting…

I’m watching the sky, while listening to cars drive by; the attention to what I’ve focused on is consistent… weather like this gives me a wave a solitude; giving me a peaceful attitude…

it’s quiet enough for me to hear my own heartbeat; my thoughts echo in my mind, so loud. that I have no reason to speak…

tall and brave, becomes a new description for myself; I’m content, though, my thought pattern becomes as tight as a belt….

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