The stars align the grim sky above me and it never fails to give me a sense of serenity.
The almost invisible clouds swim slowly through the sea of the unknown.
The cold smell of the cooling pavement and the eerie hum of the city that is still well awake, it soothes me.
The way the moon smiles when I glance behind my foggy window makes everything seems to vanish.
The way the darkened sky disassembles the shackles tightly wrapped around my thoughts and memories is like a child tearing apart their first present on Christmas morning.
I can feel myself being set free from my destructive nature and being embraced by the nights frigid fingers.
Here is where I can let go.
Here is where I can breathe again.
Here is what I call, home.
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I Have More Than A Perfect Figure
Poezie"Strength, love, suffering and healing. The gritty surface of reality written down on every page. This is a heartfelt message to everyone who can relate to the tragedy of life experiences, trauma and relationships."
