1628.

The machine of those
tiny bodies burning with
a heart's full engine.

1627.

A highlight toward
the hope of children, found in
unrelenting play.

1626.

A sudden shift in
perception. Sunlight counters
most blunt ugliness.

1625.

And the cynic falls
once again. Optimism
up for surrender.

1624.

Empty purpose that
is masked by desperation.
Pointless efforts, all.

1623.

Each day another
soft blending into the next.
We're all just dying.

1622.

A reversal of
time that masks lines for circles.
Only bleeding out.