"Think of it this way, you don't have to look at a mirror to see yourself."
I dreamed I was walking alone again. I wonder why the same dream repeats over and over again. I am walking in this dimly-lit road where black leaves were falling. Black leaves that resembles crow's feathers. I wonder why they were crow's feathers? I was never really fond of birds, much more crows but I do marvel at the sight of them. It was also stormy in my walk.
Riding the Lightning
7:46 PM
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