When you wake, the sunshine has returned. You know it's a trick of the lights, but it feels just like March when you believe life is around the corner, and you'll take the brief respite. Pound early morning wake up calls into your typewriter even as the spectre of fear lurks in your pipes, pray your ignorant bliss will win this war for you and you'll come out on the other side with only character for scars.
Perhaps we spend most of our life making excuses
for why we're not living it.
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