Waving Farewell
Sheets are turned over. The air carried a sense of tranquility. Light creeps between the lids.
I stared aimlessly towards nothingness. Nostalgia. Feeling the memories of tomorrow.
I walk the thin planks. Looking over the bright lights. The shivering has been taken over by calmness.
I take a leap of faith. Waving Farewell behind.
It's cold now.
From the same old rain.
My friends from the past are here.
Haven't met them in a while.
No I don't need the warmth.
Can't really feel my fingers no more.
It's ok.
I don't need the warmth.
Full Stop
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