1033.

Retarded effort
stretching itself out into
the dark infinite.

1032.

Caught in the stasis
of forward motion stuck in
perpetual pause.

1031.

Trying to find its
own sun to gain momentum.
Wake up little b.

1030.

The only rebirth
happening here is the slow
migration of will.

1029.

Back to strained muscled
and tired bones. What an odd
spring revival here.

1028.

Reset with the week's
start. Trying to find my feet
again. Laggard toes.

1027.

Not as if chatter
is so different from what is
normally set here.