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quiet thoughts |
| soft piano seems to nearly read my mind drifting along beside me as I remember, forget, question myself. always, questioning myself... I see the glow of my screen lighting my face, the wall, reflected in my bedroom window. the lights like stars that ring the ceiling, mirroring the mood of that beautiful damn piano... I wonder how many beautiful homes and beautiful moments, that beautiful people have created that no one else will ever enjoy with them. |