Aloof

And as the fires swallowed my cries I opened my eyes to face life’s lies. I closed my heart and gave up tries for a prize: to accept failures without whys and be wise to break ties and move in…
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Empty Days

Days running like an empty sheet of paper – uninked. An unlived hours of living – as dry as the desert. Nothing to feel; not famished or parched. This days when there’s no memory to remember. Nothing but an empty well.…