Morning, But Not Really

it’s 2am and i’m still lying awake 

with thoughts in one hand and feelings in the other. 

how can i go to sleep with a head full of stars 

and my face running away 

up into the sky 

looking for the moon? 

Hexagon

ender

VT

18 years old

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