solitude. solitude

solitude is usual , even welcomed.

trips out reveal another state. the mind
and all travelling excites, , i await
silence.

again.

he asked me a question, then i replied.

endlessly. it may be a gift?

ash escapes the brain

into air.

days left,

three voices

rise, until just

one

is heard.

sbm.

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