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5:55, that’s what my phone read as it greeted me with its bleeps — to signal the days impatience to wish the night away.
I, as usual — was already awake, patiently waiting for my phone to have its say.
Sleep is my friend, and it really is such sweet, sorrow to part ways — if only for awhile.
I notice a slight ache in the inner crease of my elbow where my head was resting, I think to myself — heavy is the head that’s full of dreams.
This is forty four.
I have made it this far, so I can make it further still. I pause, thinking about the souls of my dearly departed. Suddenly, all my scars are open — and I’m holding back a flood. I make a wish to hold onto every memory of us — until the times I get to see them again.
Maybe I’ll start gifting myself with forget me not’s from here on in, except I’m not really keen on receiving flowers — but appreciate them as a gift to the eyes and nose. Perhaps I’ll start gifting all my beloveds with them, or start sketching again and make those true blues my muse — just until the edge of forever.
I wish we understood everything and everyone a little bit more, we have a lot of life to live and a lot of love to give. I hope we can steer clear from…
