# 41
dried up dreams shriveled and transformed pardoned. dust blown away by the wind
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Left Behind
she’ll be gone in four days’ time. four days. for days upon days her room will remain empty the bed permanently made and I will find comfort in the lingering smell of her one of only a few things she left behind
# 40
water gently licks the shoreline rocks as it pulls away the white caps growl and crash back onto shore
un-becoming
Photo by Calvin Hanson on Unsplash nestled in the corner cushion cold feet tucked under my legs head resting on a pillow awake yet dreaming i am wild, free to be whole, in love with me no longer in need of the old words: (selfish . . . too much . . . liar . . . not enough . . .) here: I Am Whole still reality calls me home but as i un-dream i un-become
# 39
Brevity is art editing out dispensables keeping only requisites Photo by Mathilde Langevin on Unsplash
# 37
Introvert stays home watches tv, reads a book and misses people Photo by Kinga Cichewicz on Unsplash