1523.

A low, lull, and then
lifting. Cycles and all their
repeating fodder.

1522.

A belated sense
of grace found in this steady
heart's play on moodswings.

1521.

The celebration
wears more like nostalgia for
the unknown today.

1520.

The precursor to
a staged revival never
cast to its real truth.

1519.

I wish I could trust
the pictures you cast but the
lessons grow weary.

1518.

Your mouth is always
full of what sounds right, but that
heart? Questionable.

1517.

An imbalance from
its inception. Power should
never be empty.