when everybody else crawls weary into their beds
but you creep down the stairs and everything sounds different
the front door is louder in the dark than in the day
and you let yourself out into the night
and you take a walk in the nightfall
to the sea
and you feel the sad roll in and you cant stop it
and you take a deep breath
you feel the rain on your skin
or you notice the sky
you lift your head a little
you hold your breath and you feel fragile
like the wings of the palest moth
but you dont stop

and you choose to be brave

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