I broke today amidst pure beauty.Bottled conversations loosed, waged war on my eyes, shades obscuring the reflection, catching rivulets before they leaked out, containing my secret as I wandered the city.
I must have emptied my stores, for I am spent. In deficit I need to unwind, but fear a collapse will pre-empt a slow relaxation of body & mind.
And what of tomorrow? All energy spent in forcing thought through fingers, so I have no plan, will play it by ear, and switch up the positives & negatives.
I saw pure beauty amidst the breakage.
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