Crawling in my skin

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Thoughts of things that were; things that used to be; things that could have been. A thousand dry tears. Each one of them silent. Questions with answers that come painfully, slowly - they float with heavy wings, but make no sound.
A sigh, an outward glimpse, but an overall resilience that is somewhat in vain, somewhat untrue. Laughter, smiles. Ice-cream after a long day. Conversations that are two thirds aware, carefree; one third automatic. Life continues and the pieces that make it up fall into place, time moves steadily onward. The present moves on into the future without a backward glance. The past skulks into the realm of the forgotten...
Sun rise, sun set. Fall is here. Seconds, minutes and hours stretching off into eternity. The lingering remains of a dull ache that persists with an uncanny resistance. Frequencies of sound, of light, of pain, of sadness. Long, low and lasting.
Tomorrow will keep on coming. New days will be born, old days will die.

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