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i stayed up too late last night.  i wanted to get minimal sleep.  maybe because i knew it would make me feel better; maybe because i wanted to punish myself; i don't know.  

 the moon was so full.  
i've noticed that when i'm angry i want to take walks, even if it's 12:20 am.  i long for a walk in the moonlight with no one but me.  me and Someone.  

 the only Someone who matters, the only Someone who should matter.  

 i get that wanderlust late at night.  i want to feel the gravel crunch under my bare feet and listen to the sounds of the crickets and cicadas and all the nocturnal animals.  i want to feel the cool late night breeze.

 wanderlust.

 --8.6.17

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