it's hiding in oceans from me.
It's only Tuesday
and already
I find myself missing you.
Oh January of dreams, we have come and won you. And just as we had begun to see, we stripped the remnants of blindfolds from covered eyes. I'll speak the names you swore never to repeat, imitating the gestures of your retreat. Things so simple and true, yet diluted over the years.
We wear our words out like our favorite pair of shoes. And when the cycle shifts, slowly transforming our ways, we begin to see the importance of what we say.
This life, it is such a funny thing. This exhaustion nips at my bouncing heels. I feel the need to catch my wavering breath. Running ragged, thin, stupid. I didn't think they were joking when they told us we only get one chance. And so I prove myself each day.
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