❝It’s late autumn, early winter,
days feel simultaneously
slow and short.

I try to breathe and listen to my heart beat.

Am I still there?

This should be proof enough.

I yearn for something, or someone,
to just to hold me to the ground and tell me
that I will find my way through the remaining
fifty seven days of year, and beyond.

The darkness shouldn’t be so difficult.❞

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