And it starts with 79. 79 repeated. The day seems lost on me but I sit and I smile.
This is new and I'm not sure why it feels so right. Maybe it is the people. I like the light.
The streets feel different around here and the air is that holiday air. It is that different colour that tints my eyes. A haze that fills my breath. The cranes outside loom but I see them as wild creatures. Fantastical beings symbolising this fantasy world. Fantasy in a good way. Where I want to be alive because the point is just to be free. My face is tired. I could crawl under the covers and remember everything. The roses remain.
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