peace.
the heat on full blast
pajamas on
blankets wrapped around my shoulders.
crossing the things off my list
check, check, check.
so many things to not worry about
so many things to leave behind
so many things to forget.
the day, technically, is done
but the adventures I'm yet to have
have barely begun.

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✧ city lights and fireflies ✧
Poetrybecause sleep always seems to evade the broken.