Long lost echoes leaving gray ripples inside my head. Moon memories on a broken cobblestone lane. Squinting at the sallow light oozing from old fixtures. Every recent sunset accompanied by the squelching of hopes. Despite the malaise, there are days where everything is clearer and brighter. Unmuted and understood. And beneath it all is a great, bittersweet wistfulness. Mono no aware. Appreciating the bright purple blossoms that gild a row of overgrown trees. Until I'm chased back inside by a chartreuse sun.
4:41 p.m. - 2021-03-31
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