The wind is calm.
The sun beats down.
It’s happening again.
I try and summon any words of substance.
Nothing.
Pacing be damned.
Time moves swiftly.
Mind is but a mere puppet.
Your presence is a warm blanket.
Obsessiveness commences.
Punishment is real.
This is my sentence.
This is preparation.
Attracted to broken people.
Her hand on my shoulder.
The pain dissipates.
