A fanzine about feeling your feelings
Did you hear the storm last night? 
I can’t remember when, but the freezing air 
coming from a neglected open window woke me up. 
I saw small beads of translucent hail on the wooden floor. 
They whispered and glistened softly, 
hinting things I don’t have words for. 
It could have been an erased song, 
or maybe an idled charade. 
I reached out my hand, 
let just the tip of my fingers 
gently touch them. 
“It’s okay.” I said. 

“You don’t have to explain everything tonight.” 
So then, I let the window stay open.
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