The Stream Flows…

Five hours in a cold room and the answer was scribbled out before me.  I’d be lying if I feigned a lack of concern.  The fragility of my existence was clear before me.. clear, but beautiful.

If the cost of stability is the colour in my soul, I may not be willing to pay…

One moment, taken twice a day is the rate of my exsanguination.  I will do anything to stop the flow…

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