this is a guest entry; a sinking person has came to lift herself up here.
amidst the stacking pigs and the rotating coloured blocks.
It feels solemn here, the world stops here. And yet, even when people hurried past me.. it takes mighty strength to feel accompanied.
Apples fall from trees when they are ripe.
They fall gently in the silence of the blackened night.
Heartily i want you to eat them.
Having it close.
Finally.
my friend loves, still.
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