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last night sleep failed to come.
i had the most beautiful night.
heavy insence in the air, a pen in my hand. sheets tangled up around my bare legs, the window letting in the night. Wonderwall and Konstantine on repeat.
it was so fulfilling. i figured out one aspect i have been questioning for a while.
it's not that i long for what i once had... i long for what everyone around me seems to be finding. i want the cliche. yeah i just said that.
i guess only time will tell.