Monday morning, I am hoping these unlucky days are coming to an end if not then I hope the fates will grant me a reprieve. A little over a week until Christmas and I am not ready; I am not accustomed to waiting until the eleventh hour to start and finish shopping but unfortunately, situations from the past few weeks have dictated this plight. So many things happening internally and externally, I am losing track of time and the opportunities for social engagement. The emotional scars keep reopening, the drizzle of crimson nightmares providing an allure to my demons; my fears and frustrations clanging upon the anvil in my head.
The winter solstice is approaching; it will be night soon and this frightens the sun.
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