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Pop in the Blu-ray of a live experience, hoping it will fool you into feeling you’re there. Perhaps glow sticks would have helped.

Unexpected key-jangling alerts to an unusual day, still filled with little benefits but somehow feels more complete. A warm body beside me melts away anxiety and leaves me content to bask in a lazy afternoon.

Catch up in pages, bury the hours with words. Hatch secret plans and tap them into fruition, hoping the time put in is worth it. Lazy days with purpose refuel your soul and resist dark thoughts about the future. Nothing has been written yet.

Aftertaste of hesitation, regret, yet denial makes you take another bite, mask it with a swig, smile through the sensation. By the time you admit your mistake and bin what remains your mouth is haunted, your stomach a nervous enemy. All because you wanted to save money.

Weeks of preparation, gathering, crafting, slowly forging components to begin the bigger project. The satisfaction, relief as the final piece begins. Only time will tell whether it was worth it.

The sight of a hollow man turns everything in your world, the empty space within confirming the imitation of emotions. Was any of it real? Or is it just a warning of what the future holds and how big the hole will grow.

Everything is wrong today, small victories brought down with muddled emotions, irritations escalated into migraines, failures pronouncing the end of the world. Perhaps tomorrow will be better.

Proof has arrived, you can breathe again knowing you are still worth something, have the chance to create another. Prepare your nest and anticipate the making, have some fun for a change.