He looks for me in the dark, when the moon dresses for an evening out. He takes my hand and I feel his soft lips as this field, so strong, embraces the smile of my skin.
When he finds me, the air around radiates rings as the twinkles of the silver chime.
And the mount of anger from all it's winds couped into a cage to burst, dissipates with a puff of sparkles, glitter in the night's strong pitch.
He sees the world within him change, tries on all the colors that no longer seem to fit.
But soon enough we'll all mould ourselves back into the blankets of safety we stow away for days like these.
In a world so filled with life, there's a hollow bored into our souls.
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