1439.

The emptiness of
pursuit just leaves hearts set to
stasis. Loneliness.

1438.

I look too hard for
other people to fill in
the gaps of my heart.

1437.

A season dressed up
in tired platitudes and
worthless conjecture.

1436.

Too soon this day will
end. Long before most of us
realized its passing.

1435.

That beautiful boy,
cherub faced and sarcastic,
fills this day's pleasure.

1434.

Stuck believing that
reality is something
to come instead here.

1433.

Intention and the
real caught in a constant state.
Static inversion.