Aug 22, 2022 14:27
Sometimes the Void is there,
returning those shouts and coming to collect.
It forces Recollection: sending memories of
Times & Places to remind you of Familiar Faces
so that you end up dwelling upon the Past
so much that your future is Expired:
You've used your Active Hours on
What If and What Then.
In your present time, you are too Tired,
Engulfed in What Might Have Been.
Yours eyes can close & if you aren't careful
you may Forget to open them again.
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