This life has fallen below me. Collapsed under the weight of hope. I am tired. My instinct to sleep. I have given my all to dream, to wonder, and to the stillness of life’s contemplation. And yet, I have only this pen, this paper, and these words no one seems interested in slowing down to […]
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