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Listless I lie awake wondering where the dark has gone?
Time drifts, but I stay here, awake, wondering why i am how i am.
Moods change, fashions fall, tides turn but I still must quell this thirst. 
Simple enough I could ask it to leave, but the outcome would be a hole, and that is what I am trying to fill.
The space is lovely. It is lovely because it is alive with danger, depth, and the solid forces of life, yet I have not felt them.
I am still holding out. Still motionless searching for the lost pieces scattered to the wind by the very breath that takes me from this moment 

to that.
Dreams are for the free and I am fortunate. I have neither, but am made up of both.

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