305.

The genius of most
duplicity rests in their
belief of being

so very different.
And so fools and children last
into adulthood.

304.

That breath falls next to
me in a gently soothing
fold of tongues and air.

303.

The love extended
might not seem plausible, but
still necessary.

302.

She spoke in tender
idioms, comforting me
by the syllable.

301.

The connection of
a soul's grasp reaches across
the ethereal.

300.

The haze of sleep, so
reluctant to leave me this
day, ensconced in dreams.

299.

And the slumber of
emotions wakes up from its
slow collapse to black.