The unanswered questions
The mystery of it all.
The ones in the shadows,
Who wait for me to fall.
Who bend with the wind.
The vampire who continuously appears in my dreams.
Sunlight, contemplation, then Darkness.
The pain in your stomach.
The endless whirlwind.
The tarot. The crystals. The kittens meow.
The voices that urge you to stay in the house.
The Tito’s. Tus migos. Your family. Your friends.
The reason she never felt lonely again.
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Hhhhhmmmm 🤔… What an interesting life………