The pale moon is tickling your every sleeping thought, kissing your eyes with dreams you once feared you forgot. Just one more touch that feels like the nimble fingers of a guitarist caressing his instrument. Just one more breathy kiss that keeps you alive through your life’s winter memories. Just one more… but the moon wakes up, and after a while, so do you.
reflections of an unquiet mind 
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