and suddenly, the morning sun

*once again, feeling foolish, remembering the miles of loss i've wandered. there is a tinkle in the sky today as morning stares back at me through its door and beyond , a flash of blinding trees...

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i write myself to sleep then turned to look deep into this photograph. finding you there, still hidden, untouched.

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i get used to silence, turn home on a blue day where streets are numbed with noise and you can no longer be heard. i wanted it this way. keeping you distant. far away.