368.

The day stretches out,
full of so much that I don't
want to get to do.

367.

The thoughts sweep in, such
captive imaginations,
holding hope hostage.

366.

Your expectations
hold and sink down over me,
not unlike a shroud.

365.

An empty dance, left
to never be mastered. Each
day tried again new.

364.

The caveats I
place on love must confuse. Just
forward and then back.

363.

I want to wear your
adoration, but only
in those bare moments.

362.

You see me through a
window, painted in moisture,
muted to vision.