1194.

My heart, and all of
yours, can't keep taking this kind
of punishment. Please.

1193.

That holds one single
common denominator.
So quit smoking kids.

1192.

Highlit by the sheer
expanse of illnesses that
keep on littering.

1191.

It's all fire and
ashes now. A life coated
in muted embers.

1190.

How quickly the change
will dissipate as the year
presses on. Backwards.

1189.

Found in a night left
to celebrations and set
focuses forward.

1188.

A lapse of senses.
Chilled air and burning wood, a
juxtaposition.