Thursday

Promises are Made to be Broken.

Blurry and the days get busier. I fill my days with work and sleep. I plant, I grow, I bake, I read..

I've noticed there's been a lapse in words. Five days perhaps, and the night is beginning to lose its value. Sleep is coming back, its a blessing in disguise.

Do you think then, at the end of a months time. I should have fully disappeared?

Funny how these things start and I swear I could have predicted it all.

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