A death comes sometimes without the warmth of grief
–emotion detached rising to shut the door
with you alone
A melancholy
in spaces outside of tidy ones
where light blends with dark and a journey beyond can begin
photography courtesy of Beauty of Abandonment
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Each awakening comes with that moment we rise to a new day. 
startled wakened in a scream
Bone chilled cold
A year of days learning framed love circling hate