1075.

Similar to the
concept of religion. The
use can fuck it up.

1074.

A game of trial
and error with hearts. Only
fragile surrender.

1073.

An exercise in
repeated futility.
No one choice answers.

1072.

The heart trapped within
disparate purpose: trial
versus memory.

1071.

My sense of love and
family sometimes lost in
backwards progression.

1070.

Today's honor spent
for this heart's mirror, cast by
fate and willful luck.

1069.

The return instead
is framed in celebration,
however lazy.