[Paint markers, sharpie, silver marker and pencil colour on a faultily spray painted mounting board for my previous project]
Monday.
Nervous. Busy. Passed with a blur.
Walking alone at night under the starry sky is refreshing, calming, liberating.
I freely roam my thoughts.
Tonight was the 15th of Muharram, thus full moon.
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In my night sky, all I see are stars.
What do they see in theirs? Blood and tears and war.
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