1327.

The opiate of
pointlessness masked as meaning.
Or, routine living.

1326.

Set to fabricate
what can't be seen naturally.
Empty belonging.

1325.

We're all such lonely
creatures just dreaming for some
sort of connection.

1324.

So desperate to
feel a love that certainty
casts impossible.

1323.

A will to take what
one feels and replicate it
across your body.

1322.

I am a sucker
for people who cast hearts and
flesh, mundane, as love.

1321.

Today is dressed in
honor and memory as
a thank you for birth.