I am the storm and I am the wonder and the flashlights nightmares sudden explosions*

And all is well that does not end, and that is good.

Never ending nights popping eyes open, inquisitive shades wondering and learning.

Strangely beautiful meaningless people.

Le Marais, or maybe just a small building, or a house over the hills, or nothing at all because now is right here.

Lips lost in time, when time is so meaningless.

The warmth.

A gentle goodbye with a kiss stolen from the sunrise.

Innocence and guilt rolled up in one.

I get no sleep.

*Royksopp, "What else is there"

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