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Pick up a habit, a good one like flicking off standby switches and washing a plate straight after use. Pick, switch, place, build the muscle memories of good intentions and new beginnings, healthy decisions and lasting changes. Become your happy ending.

Held items that you thought you possessed deny renewal, refuse to extend their time with you, already they look for another, ready for a new adventure.

Create a world within a dying body, its final struggles writing a story of many. Watch them thrive on withered land, burning bright as the greatest star winks out.

Take your camera for a walk, its strap lead straining from its eagerness to explore the world, snap its likeness and record all life in a forever loop it cannot escape. That way it will finally belong to a moment.

The last gasp of summer is swept away with icy rain, small droplets stinging skin, growing bolder as the dark lasts longer. Hidden breath is revealed in crisp clouds, our new evidence of life, now the fluttering of flowers and their occupants are departing. Shadows linger after dawn, dark mode activated for the world. WelcomeContinue reading “23:283”

An empty plot waiting for the end in order to gain a purpose. The grass grows, waiting for the day it will be uprooted and tossed aside to hide the gone beneath. Like a house someone bought it, chose it, for a day they would occupy it. In the meantime it waits, it’s still waiting.

I can give it a happy home, that coffee cake on the side, waiting for someone to want it, linger over its taste, savour in its delights, moan at its sensations. It won’t be a long reunion but it will be remembered.

Repetitive oral torture rings in your ears and dampens all joy, haunts your movements and influences your decisions. Maybe piercing your eardrums and living in silence would make you happier.

Sort through tired thoughts to understand the pressing melancholy weighing your movements, slowing your progress, preventing you from reaching your goals.