prompt: It's the middle of the night. The phone rings.

[streetstars]

It is two o’ clock in the morning and Marie is sitting in her living room smoking a cigarette. Her eyes feel tired and she briefly wonders about sleep before the idea exhales from her mouth like smoke. ‘I am alone,’ she thinks and the idea feels sodden. She tests it aloud to the empty air of her house, “I am alone,” and her words reverberate

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When I thought of you I wrote this.

[driveoffacliff]

Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me

superbly

[manchesterblues]

why me?
hapless evenings i spend dreaming about half-moons and wondering, when will my courage come back?
i miss you isn't enough. it's more like, desiring the unexpected. sleeping with ghosts.
(taylor)