(photo by me)
I love the promise of it all. The new day. The new hope that all of the burned up daylight of yesterday flies free. Away and out of that space between two ears, two eyes that have seen the desolation of past. Deliver me from the sticky-stance that much will never change. Refine that thought. Un-pattern those chords with this day's light. This day's chance to fight the imprisonment of thoughts. Spinning thoughts threatening this new morning.
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