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Tag: Spilled Words

Sticking Point

I’m losing traction. Moments are passing by me. Changing direction.

Transpire

Late into the night, we waited for things to transpire. A moment to restore our faith. Sleep brought about temptation. Holding on to the hope of light, in complete darkness. […]

Cost

I waited too long. It’s unlike me to stay in one place, rooted to the floor. Everything is withering to dust. I squandered the opportunity for satisfaction. Loyalty was the […]

Campfire

Listening to the tides; Beneath the clear night sky as the fire dies. Dissipating imaginations rise but something stokes the flames and the fire burns hot again.