Felt under control, and failed.
Got upset, and lost.
Stand so close, and faltered.
Passed the window and everything looks so different, so real.
Should probably pull back and relax, leave the thinking for calm wind times. And I thought that I was strong.
Tomorrow I'll be back on track, I can see clearer now that the cloud gave place for the moonshine.
Sweet dreams.
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