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The night air is cool,

It wraps around me like a lover,

Caressing my skin,

Leaving trails of goosebumps behind.

The wall of the apartment is solid,

My shoulders press against plaster.

Is the building supporting me,

Or is my weight keeping it standing?

Perhaps both.

My bare toes curl up a bit,

The concrete is also cold.

I don't mind it too much.

Right now,

Along with my phone and my thoughts,

I feel more like myself

Than I have in a very long time.

Where did that time go?

When I could sit outside

Gazing at the moonlit sky

All night if I wanted to?

I should have done this long ago.

Hello myself, old friend.

It's wonderful to see you again.