1544.

Oppression, found in
all the plenty put aside.
Hoarding and evil.

1543.

Who is left to tell
the stories of the silenced?
Just quiet echoes.

1542.

The alarming ghosts
accumulated in the
ground we walk upon.

1541.

These long night are dressed
in shadows and longing. A
full spectrum of need.

1540.

A fragility
in progress. Woman inverts
to child. Floundering.

1539.

This redundancy
ignored for the play of mimes.
Movement without sound.

1538.

Perhaps forgetting
is the most freedom one could
know. Sisyphean.

1537.

The damages we
must keep tethered by the need
to ply memory.

1536.

What if the after-
death is nothing more than the
wish to forget life?

1535.

I wonder what ghosts
hide in the rafters of our
homes, always watching.

1534.

If only the will
for difference could make it
be. Idealism.

1533.

The dark corners keep
calling to me. Succor and
begging. Foundations.

1532.

He spoke about how
his heart would change her life. Such
ego and threat, one.

1531.

Freezing nights and lost
motivations. A brutal
autumn cessation.