10pm, hurried past the moon. Staring at that huge moth sitting outside on the windowpane, motionless. Trying to submerge into the calm of a seemingly endless evening, the quiet colours spread across a horizon open wide. Not everything is simple as it sounds, though. (Landmarks and maps for dreams. Hoping f... z428.micro.blog https://z428.micro.blog/2024/06/16/pm-hurried-past.html