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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.

Gather the familiar to bask in the knowing of who you are, where you came from and the direction you are going. Validate the real you.

Pocket a prayer and savour its presence until you’re desperate enough to pull it out, hoping it will make a difference, hoping it is not unanswered.

Settle into your pattern and focus on the planned discretions, the moments that will lift the average and make a good life even better.

Muscle memory of two months ago, recall the moves, the combos, the emotions, remember the motivation and melt into the scene as if you never left. Sometimes starting again is not an option. Remember and jump in.