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Pain of body in a confusing cycle, out of synch, lacking respect, no longer caring about the mind attached.

Never solid but still a constant flashing, highlighting another problem or signalling the end of trying? It’s too hard to tell anymore.

Activate the bleeding of colour and enter black and white, does the task seem more bearable now?

Unexpected appearance to offer some relief, their competence so refreshing that you begin to hope the future isn’t so bleak after all.

Misplace time but continue tasks and hope the difference will work itself out and the bubble outside that moment won’t leave a ripple or echo.

Fog of exhaustion, mind too tired to conjure imagination. Sleep is not resting, so how do we revive ourselves?

Label and pretend stale is fresh, not left unattended and hardened overnight. Turn a blind eye to the issue and it will disappear in a cloud of disappointment.

An empty circle, or does it contain a smile. Does it flash briefly or boldly solidify, proclaiming the time is now.

Hide your emptiness with interests you are genuine about but you know should not be as important as they are. You were hoping to serve another role.

Touch and turn to petals, my burnt reflection who lost her way, waiting for an end but never knowing who wanted it more, you or them.