5,206 days. 92 days. 10 days.
It’s a new month, a new start. Time to get cracking on the other writing.
Lately, I feel your presence more. I’m not sure what that means, but… it’s there.
I can’t sleep. I just see this looming deadline, a future I need to get moving towards.
I am not sure I am ready to plan this life, a life I wanted with you, but now have to face without you.
Still here. Still alone. Still loving you.
Fractured Muse 
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