Uplifting verbiage adhered to unseen walls not fulfilling its destiny. Abandoned televisions forced to compete with never-worn ballet slippers. White horse that can never be ridden. Empty mail slots and magnifying glasses. Crystalline-like plastic roses will never die, but few will ever commend its timeless beauty.
Empty suitcase longing for a "go" at some far-off destination so it can enjoy its own amusement at the airport rides.
Time creeping so slowly, wondering what's next. If time were human, would it be male or female, transgender or transsexual? Gay or straight? Mother or father? Sister or brother?
Trick question. Time is all these things and more.
And right now, whilst healing, time is a friend.
10:02 a.m. - 2022-12-16
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