I mourn as the sun predictably rises… Reminding me of where the east is. After a long battle enduring pitch blackness…
The punishment of waking up early is facing a long day… Each takes me light years away from you.
But reality, or as light hits what I’ve been holding on to… A past fading fast. Crumbling the foundation of an imagined future.
There is nothing to hold on to… These things start regardless whether you feel a continuation is deserved. If I keep looking behind me, behind me is a blur… unfortunately, where my heart awash by the lonely new truth…
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