Hi, I write things. Some of them are good. I wrote at least one of them with you in mind. Try and find it. If I did my job right, it should not be hard.

Whoever you are, know that you are not alone and we are in this together until we're not. Then, it doesn't matter anymore. The universe goes on and us along with it.

You are suffering in your own special way and for that I am sorry. Being human is a pretty tough gig when reality tends to shatter our worldview on the regular. Here's hoping that my words reflect some fractured piece and make the whole puzzle a little more put together.

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It’s not NBD
it’s just a survivor’s edge
Some superpower.

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I am full of wholes
my multitudes are complete
They don’t get along

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I’d love to love love
At least the idea of it.
A poet’s folly.

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Denver’s weather range
Sunny with impending cold.
Hide when the sun sets

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Some colds you can leave
Some settle into your bones
Mother’s season still