Jul 2014

Jul 1
dreaming of morning dew on rose petals

April was the cruelest month
long buried memories disinterred
like a knife wound to the chest
bittersweetness, chances unfulfilled
time lost to sorrow and despair
and yet there was no chance
time transforms chance to inevitability
all hope is lost
Yet I remain

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Jul 5

It's kind of hilarious how I can freely give people life advice that I'm too cowardly to follow myself.

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Jul 29
summer waning

The end of days
of summer waning
(the wheel turns and turns)
hoping for all manner of impossible things
hanging suspended at 30,000 feet in the sky
and chasing the fleeting sunlight

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