When the middle hand on your ivory white 1940's clock reaches it's latest hour, I know our eyes will be opened to everything beautiful this world holds dear. It's only at night where we can really see how this earth seems to be peaceful. The colours lose their brightness and nothing stands out but the lights, and us. We fall back to the earth and the stars shine with radiance. I'd like to think we can be that some day...radiance.
I miss the sound of your voice.
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