Dear Diary,
I don't know why my mind went there but it did.
The sky tonight turned a rustic orange. But before this it beamed amber.
A vivid amber. Psychedelic in colour. Addicting to witness.
It was short and sweet.
I guess it's striking hue acted as a prompt.
To you.
And your hazel eyes.
My mind wondered to your own.
Mind that is.
And how you were doing.
Were you OK.
Were you still frustrated.
At me.
Angry.
Pissed.
Let down.
Sad.
Maybe.
Then I remembered your inability to feel what I felt.
And I went back to being a recluse.
Sara.
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