there's a stillness that arrives at the end of the day. the hustle and bustle of angry city life permeates the soul until the door shuts. seek refuge in three hundred square feet of pure solace. no distractions except the ones i make. no reactions except the ones i fake. no interactions except the ones i take. pure consolation. and yet there's time to think, bringing in darkness as the sun hides its face. go on and slither away! sister moon and i know each other well. she knows my thoughts, my stories, my sins, my salvations. life's unexpected upsets and letdowns. life's unexpected surprises and change. i cannot live in complacency. you will get my notice first thing in the morning. and i shall miss you, but not as much as before. not as much as before.
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