the sun sets low against the hills still bouyant on the waning tide; a wind that shivers flesh and bone, a warming light leaves a trace, and then an empty hole- no melodies to fill the void. just sad remorse and shaking limbs. all brace against the cold.
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heres a not so secret: i have entire conversations in my head with not only myself, but with other people. my shrink seemed concerned.
Very descriptive, made me shiver.
Love this piece. Thanks for sharing!
Very nice. Another great piece. Hope you are having a great week and thanks for the comment. It’s good to know you are still around!