We've all been here before.
Sometimes it takes quite a few sparks (or lots of magnesium) to start the fire. My eloquence has left me long ago, and my vocabulary dwindled so...
It is autum. The falling leaves glitter the sky, the drop in temperature fitting to my rigidness. It gets darker sooner, and my darker mood is grateful.
The pouring out...
To accept the empty pit.
Our fragile beings have warped us into hollow has-beens and soon-to-be's. The future is beckoning, no matter our feelings of the whole thing.
I hope she doesn't recognize me.
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