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darling
An ode, a murmur, an urge, the faint whisper constantly drumming away in the back of your head.
They call me, beckoning, watching, waiting.
I will join them eventually.
You will not always live the life you need. -
Travel spaces
I am drinking coffee in the hotel lobby.
The carpets were once a rich red – faded now, I must admit. The young man at the front desk has not been at home within himself for years.
I don’t think he notices me.