Standing on the roof of a tall building in a city, and it's nighttime and it's foggy and you have a messy bun and an oversized sweater and it's bitter cold out so your cheeks get kinda num but not completely and the smell of cigarette smoke engulfs you and as you listen to the sounds of humanity thriving in this bubble- like planet you think "this is enough." But you're satisfied. And your eyes glow, as though piercing through the darkest black of the night.
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Introverted Thoughts for Introverted Readers
RandomA collection of quick and empty thoughts displaying what in the world goes on in my small and introverted mind.
