The sky often speaks to me, in the softest whispers or in the loudest screams. The moon often calls to me, to stretch my mind and force me to think. The sun often kisses me, on the top of my head or the soles of my unpolished feet. The stars often watch me, and guide me towards the almond shape of your face. Wooden floors hold me strong and move my body to the most intricate beats of music. Vodka seeps into my tensed shoulders and tranquilizes my senses. You occupy my inbox and i'm back to the beginning of our forever unfinished race.
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