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Until Next Time
I've seen these stars before
Of course I have
But I know where I was
They do too
Or something within this space does
I hope I'll be in a better headspace next time
The answer to that feels like a 'no'
Thanks brain - you do know you could humour me??
Who knows
It's with regret that I see beautiful things yet miss them
This very second I'm looking up and it's stunning, there's a breeze, yet I'm warm in my coat, lay in silence seeing billions of stars
There's a bit of a sound in the distance that might be a duck or someone quietly being decapitated but they are getting the job done quickly so as not to disturb star gazers for long
I am a bit close to an ungated country lane come to think of it
The duck is now a pig...
Hang on, I'm distracted here
Can I hear squelching footsteps approaching
I think a duck has hiccups, I bet it's distracted that serial killer long enough for me to star gaze a bit more...
The clouds have disappeared to view the duck too
I have a patch of cloudless sky
Too ridiculously beautiful
To be unappreciated by me
Perhaps I do appreciate it
I'm seeing giant footprints
Like snow dusted boot prints in the sky
Crunching gravel... No, but I'm finishing this on the other side of a locked door
I took photos, stars were there
Not as many as I could see
But I couldn't feel them
I'm switched off
Here but not, just like the stars
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Di11y Da11y
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