Arabesque

Sometimes waking up becomes the hardest thing to do.

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Cycles

The subtle smell of musk and coffee, with a hint of lavender and thyme.

Could this be the scent of love in the air?

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Wings

Bristles against a coarse canvas, you’ve dabbed a mixture of white and pink and flipped your board on a landscape, back resting against an easel.

What direction should you spread your wings on this ending dusk?

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Dissipation

Second dose, day 3.

It’s strange how quiet this space between my skull has become.

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