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An end, tethered.

Lamp from above. Below only imagined.

A small bulb, dark, in the capability of light.

My shoes are waiting in case someone wants to walk in mile in them.

History can be erased although its marks live on.

The window to my world is next to the front entrance.

i am recycled.

So many views of life, so little time.

Rust, light, shadows...an average day in the life.

A candle awaiting the flame, I waxed dimly in the light of day.

When i feel knotted up, can it be by design?

The future is ready to wipe away the past, but am I?

Sometimes the part is more interesting than the whole.

Sunlight fell so near the shadows.

Sometimes I wonder if I am coming or going.

To iron or not to iron. That was the question.

When it rains, it pours.

My life felt like a screen print.

Light and shadows, a constant choice in a life of inconstancy.

It is a long way down until i use the stairs.

When it rains hail, the drops are too large to sip.

Not a bright idea in sight.

i drink from an empty inherited glass.

i can handle it.

Sometimes, life folds in upon itself.

Sometimes, it's too dark to read in between the lines.

sink. faucet.

kitchen counter.

dishwashing.

lamp. hall.

kitchen counters.

life in a glass fish bowl.

so many lights. only one moon.