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Whisk away to higher to hide for a moment, remember simple pleasures and touches of love. Rejuvenate your reason for struggling on, the fundamental cause of forging your path and who you chose to come along.

Calming chaos, a source of nature still in the shimmering day, waiting to be acknowledged and soothe the everyday tension long built up and corrupting the honest.

Spoken words no longer heard, the sound so familiar they lost all meaning, as did the person who utters them. Perhaps silence is the only way forward now.

Begin away and notice whether it helps to pretend, see a different life and decide if yours has value, what will you do if it doesn’t?

Pack away the important to move for a little while, pretend to live somewhere different and experience a similar mundane that will revitalise and stir your world into action.

Gaze at the past through a captured picture and wonder if the future was something they would have wanted. Would they have still smiled if they knew or run away to a different alternative even if it meant more pain.

Breathe the relief of success but intake the guilt for those who failed. You can move on, live, but they remain, stuck and unchanging.

Frustration simmers into tired acceptance, too weary to continue but too hurt to forget. Move forward with quiet injustice, hoping it will be addressed or simply disappear.

The glass of memories unlock the pain of bonds. Cherish them in renewance, praying never to lose them again, even if the hurt destroys you, even if you choke on the guilt of living while they rot in the ground.

Keep silent as they discuss the mystery you’re the key to, hear their unfiltered solutions to a problem you present while annoynomous, then watch as realisation clouds judgement and emotions reform everything they know.