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Day of peace interrupted by the news we’ve been waiting for to make life a little more secure. Now to begin the routine again and see if it’s really true.

Flashes of living blue dance amongst the green, reminding your world birth is possible and creation doesn’t end with your first attempt, no matter how heavy your heart is.

Manage the calm and let your mind relax, a fortnight of hectic over so you can melt into the next stage and see what new challenges to expect.

Resist the urge to fill the gaps and fail everytime, too concerned with disappointment to draw people’s eyes to the empty.

Burying your actions with years of denial, playing the victim but stewing on real hurt, confusion and delusion that you deserve the sympathy while the dead stay dead.

Stinging eyes longing to close and forget the world, the demand, of responsibility, especially when they have been denied the greatest one of all.

Slip into the night to try rekindle an old joy and feeling of ambition. But I cannot follow, stuck in the dawn where I was at peace but lonely, so lonely as I feel you slipping away.

Retell a favourite and enjoy the extension, different years highlighting different moments and expanding your view all the more.

Happy memories of rhythm you try to snatch back and recreate, but life is too different now, your body a bigger shape and you only regret trying instead of preserving the cherished times.

Your body remembers what normal is, and what happened has faded into nothing, with only you clinging on to the edge, preventing it slipping completely into the end.