Hiatus Indeterminum

I have long enjoyed the many varied kisses of those whos hearts I fleetingly capture. The fruit of my labor, the meat on the bone hasn't been tasting so sweet lately.

Supple nor Ripe I find each Bite.

Bruised and left to spoil.

If you nourish it,it grows if you don't, it dies.

I'm growing towards the sun.

Where life is abundant, howling opportunities exhaled in the wind

for those wise enough to to breath them in.

There will be no last minute goodbyes, not in person.

A Clean Break, A Break. A Brake.

To slow down downhill and coast in neutral.

Until then.

She didn't leave a forwarding address.

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