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midnight diary

dreams, omens, and things i only tell the moon

the stars looked wrong tonight

i stayed awake until nearly one in the morning, staring through the bedroom window. the sky looked softer than usual, like someone had smudged the edges of the moon with charcoal.

i think there are some nights that feel enchanted in the wrong way. not dangerous exactly. just strange. like walking through an empty mall after closing or finding an old photograph with your name written on the back.

i found a box under my bed

inside were old ticket stubs, dried flowers, a broken necklace, and the little silver ring i thought i lost two summers ago.

“some things disappear only so they can return at the exact wrong moment.”

i lit three candles and put everything back exactly the way i found it.

valentine's day feels haunted

the grocery store was full of pink roses and heart-shaped boxes, but somehow everything still felt lonely.

maybe tomorrow i’ll buy flowers for myself and leave them on the windowsill beside the moon water.

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