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Winter, came spring.

The day came and went. 25th was far from kind to me – it

was a doozy of despondent despair dooming into a dearth of

depressive dejections. Lurching in forlorn anguish – but

worst of all – the culminating axis of anxious agonies. The

long-running anxiety disorders all flourishing at the turn of

the morrow, and the tail-end of 25th’s solitary dusk.

“It's okay, it’s okay, it’s okay; but repetitive. Uncertainty, we

chase ghosts, indifferent.” I ponder on how (& why) you

weigh on my mind so heavy. You’re a supernova warping

time & space all ‘round you. A cloud bursting across valleys

of a river basin. A tidal wave hurtling across Miller’s planet.

“I was never lonely – until you came along”. I never knew

two people could be weaved as much from the same fabric. I

didn’t know someone could be that inspiring. Could be as

much a beacon of spirited bloom. Someone who could stare

down the barrel of her own sacrifice – and walk through

unfettered. Someone who could fight her own ghosts – and

deal with others’ too. A titanium monolith of a steely soul

.