1390.

I stare at pictures
and wonder at what was seen.
A moment caught, lost.

1389.

If only our shared
loneliness could create a
person to fill it.

1388.

Millions of souls are
looking up at this sky too
and praying for change.

1387.

Will I ever learn
that this heart is enough all
on its fragile own?

1386.

Inconveniences
masked as obligations. Set
to our destruction.

1385.

Often my tongue is
so busy noting my faults
that the rest falters.

1384.

A backwards effort
on inversion, turned out. No
one fits another.