moon shines bright

scratching the surface of my mind i find that i'm not really missing what i thought i was, without listening for you i can hear my own voice ~ it rises up from my soul like a thousand stars and i turn with the sound of possibility threading it's way around my body, it caresses all of the places where your hands have been absent, it smiles at me like the rising sun, and in the distance beneath the surface i smile back...

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