#wood nymph
when the sky is dark and stars are scattered up above us,
when the night air is cool, the wind nothing but a faint whisper,
and the clouds have gone to hide. leaving the heavens exposed to naïve eyes,
that is when i feel at one.
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will you promise to stay until the sun comes up, until the sky black and littered with stars turns to the comforting orange and yellow of a new day?
you say yes, and i ask you to promise again tomorrow.
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mind overrun with unnerving delusions, unable to comprehend realistic conclusions.
they’re out to get me, but nobody will listen. nobody believes someone in this condition.
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a slave to paranoia
