It’s hard to get out of my own wayTripped up by remnants ofunaccomplished goals andmisplaced to-do…
The texture of thought blended
Sometimes a day rain is so much betterthan a night rainas it creeps up quietlyon a lazy…
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The past bleeds into the presentevery memory of yesterdaypainted across her…
All this time alone,
The sky today seems more intense,as if immersed so deep in its frequencythat the spectrum blasted apartto create another…
Some saythe cureis deadlierthan the virus.
One by onethe books in our homerequested to be returnedto the author.