A chronicle of where I've been, where I'm at, and where I'm going.

to wit.

 

her pencil was broken

her picture had long

stopped telling

her story

redundant.

déjà vu.

the void between the two

awash, in a sea of emotion

awash, adrift?

adrift in a sea of emotion…

(see what I did there?)

clawing her way back out of the heap

climbing her way back on top of the heap

pulling herself back on top

(softly)

moaning

satisfied.

moving closer

…coming

hither

whither

wist

whilst

no longer relegated

to the sad tale

the old story

to sleep alone

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