Day 2/365

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Today this is all we’ve got:

A headline dangles from the paper and lands defeatedly at our feet. What do we know of losing and here we are again: finding ourselves measuring both our loneliness and the distance we are to cross to be alone.

Today I saw from the closest quarters, flowers that bloomed fully in their¬†belongingness, their lives cut short by their roots. This is where they’re housed. This is where they measure their own worth. Here they are again, next to us, questioning:

did we survive, did we not?

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