Finding all the answers to all the questions, at last. The sun rising- unassuming- during the meditation of recited litanies. Routine checks for the presence of lost loved ones finds the vanishing of footprints. Closed doors, locked with a heart-shaped tattoo. The blockade of reconciliation as a most consuming wound. Regrets piled high outside the back door. Unmailed letters without postage. Sealed words are the same as unspoken ones. No audience to grant an audience. Loneliness as the heavily dualistic cost and consequence.
10:28 a.m. - 2018-09-17
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