The setting guilt 

I didn’t write anymore today. My alerts did nothing. Too entangled in going through the motions. Probably won’t get a chance to over the next few days due to a house move and pre-arranged plans. But at least I wrote this I guess. 

I caught my face in the bathroom mirror and felt I needed a change. I cut my hair and over a years worth of beard. The face staring back at me is now no longer my own; It’s mass depleted, now withered and worn. I’m beginning to look how I feel.


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