A lot of locked doors around here. This relic of a place. I can't comment much-- my entrance is barred just the same.
I take this reprieve without thankfulness or hesitation. Shuffling breath around my lungs a little to try and make it taste less stale.
The whole process continues to move forward inexorably. I frown at the calendar. I'm relieved when I consider my relationships. I'm ambivalent about nearly everything else.
11:53 a.m. - 2016-10-03
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