Hackney · 18.08.24

Alone.

The soft breeze on my skin. · The fresh sheets on my bed. · The warm water on my back. · The lit cigarette on my lips. · The sun setting on my face. · The empty space on my chest. · My loneliness isn’t a symptom of being alone. · It’s a symptom of you not being here. · The small things feel much heavier. · The big things lighter.

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Presence.

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Quiet the mind.