Sunday 4/26/2020 10:33:00 PM

time shouted in my bones. a fast song hungry for words. i chased the sun. a lost balloon. taken by superior forces.

the wind hit me. as it usually does. right in the face. daring me to continue as it limits my strength.

the world began to breathe again. shallow breaths. tentative

the tiny dresses our dolls have worn are beginning to fray. the open roads we wander are showing their fangs.

the math betrays us. numbers we're unable to manipulate. flesh stumbles toward the future in bloody boots. the miles accumulate. even as distance continues to separate us.

what we know. what we've become. open drawbridges. in a storm that rages.

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