I am up again at the bewitching hour. Filled with relationship thoughts of the past. Seems the past never really leaves you alone. Once brought to the center of your self. There they are raising their little heads all living in there, saying "You were not there, but I remember you". "Forgotten moments?" "No! "Just not really lived". Because I wasn't there. I am alone now but not really lonely.
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in cannons of steel.
Phi
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