Moonbeams

There's a hole in my pocket, scattering loose pebbles and feathers and fallen stars; even the key to the door slipped through a crack in the floorboards. I peer through the keyhole and watch the sun falling in slanted pools across my fallen treasures. Out here I dance with evening's shadows.

I've been studying faded maps and tracing voyages across the parchment. One day I'll see the world. Countless more nights to go. By then, the moonbeams would have buried me.


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