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Empty evidence stain the cleanliness you spent all day achieving. Your reward is gone into a thoughtless mouth, one whose regret will be brief and non-repentant.

Stone walls don’t get angry or take things personally. Just pause and absorb everything into brick then carry on so peace remains and you crumble slowly, slowly, but they’ll continue to smile.

Lose your vision of the future, the foretold proclaim, will it stop you from living an inspired life? Will your will to keep moving open the eyes of the closed around you, even though yours are now forever shut?

Shadows tease and open confusion, disorientate, give hints of the light you used to know, but now its too bright and distracting to help. Is it better to cut it completely and embrace the unforgiving dark? Have no more harsh shadows dancing a world you can’t return to.

Speed ahead to rack up more dollops of delight and forget the painful procedure of packing them one by one for others to enjoy later.

It’s okay to have a plan and anticipate the change, preparing for a new life, adjusting before it happens. But fear isn’t a weakness, you can be scared of what’s to come even as you embrace it. It doesn’t mean you fail, it means you’re still alive.

Calm your moment to remember routine and memory isn’t always a struggle to capture. There are times it falls into place and you can stop to smile and lift your head to feel the sun.

Recharge with a favourite story revisited years later, still the same still a comfort that kick starts imagination and a will to always keep looking and believing.

The decision to embrace the descending darkening and relearn to move with sound and intuition. I do not miss the light, the in-balance, just the sight of a smile and the easy reassurance of the ground’s position.

Organise a moment to drive a life, inspiring ad romanticising through tough everyday doubts. Keep the spark alive or smother it forever with your own hand, leaving burnt skin and the sting of empty.