It was a felt sense ~
a felt sense grinding like sand
into the corners and shallows of my eyes.
The only abundance left in the day?
Remnants of energy hovering, carrying me toward home toward bare feet, pyjamas, thick honeyed toast and a warm cup of tea.
“We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we
become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.
~ Dejan Stojanovic
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