I wonder and sometimes worry. Herein lie those ponderings with perhaps some editing but still in their truer forms. Whisper as well, though in truth, whispers are just that, rustlings in the wind and nothing more. It is kind to not be alone with one's own whispers.
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Neurosis.
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God bless them. Born of, to, it. And, yet, sometimes, they build a life out of it. One swell enough for two, to start. Yeah, I... I... Well, I... hope.
Just a dream, perhaps better from afar at this point. Or not. Good night.
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