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The rush of information from a single swipe

Is a current that threatens to sweep me away

Each new voice adding another issue to the many already bouncing around my head.

The late nights usually surrendered to sleep

Are instead spent rolled over on our sides

Eyelids weak and the arms that hold up our heads weaker

As we run rivers of words out of our mouths.

The portal opens in those fleeting moments that feel like they are about to crescendo, about to climb the final step to see over the mountain top.

She carried around a lip gloss with her, reminiscent of jam and the fruits I used to eat in my youth. It appears darker in the bottle than on her lips, yet she says it is perfect the way it is.

A recluse and a homebody, little entices me to step outside like I do when water falls from the sky. The smell of fresh grass and wet pavement is magic to the senses. But the experience of being surrounded by it all is another.

Wow, December again so soon?