i want to die in a cloud of fireflies
and drink deepsea-green tea to relax and fight off the bitter moods that are making my head ache.
i swear the smoke floating in front of me is moving with the music.
tonight feels perfect and consists of much needed alone time, i wish every winter night could feel like this. when the sun goes down i want to curl up in this spot by the window with incense smoke brushing against my face and the orange glow of city lights lending warmth to the sky. with tea on my lips and blades to play with.
i feel change under my skin.in the muscle.moving with my actions.
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