Miscellaneous Lover IV:

the wind whispered, rattle of leaves and gliding sand, and here i wait, for the tears to dry, for the metal of death to glisten through the abyss of my soul, i never meant, i never meant to strike you harder than your skin could hold, the wind whispered, rattle of lost couples and divorce [...]

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Remember your mortality:

Everyday, I watch the quiet rising of the sun, and arrive home just in time for it's setting. I enjoy the cycle; the motion of light and darkness that reminds me that one day, I too, will be resting as the sun — cold, dead and remembered only for the light that used to be [...]