I found that the cracks in my skin began to heal whenever the moonlight lingered by my window,
during the nights when I let the wind bring in its cooling remedies.
I would sit still, lost in my head,
With a storm brewing in my swollen heart,
Ruminating as I opened my eyes,
And I watched the dainty fabric of my curtains as they danced with the cold breeze.
Slowly sunlight leaked into the sky as birds sang their delicate songs,
And I found my restlessness fast asleep on my palms.
For a moment, time was standing still and I was...
healing.