Shiny new object.
A place where my spare time goes.
Fertile ground for dreams.
#66
Death can bring relief.
Suffering stops. Healing starts.
But sadness lingers.
#65
Anticipation.
The weight of expectations.
The gift of foresight.
#64
Climbing up the hill.
Gears maxed out, pedals creaking.
But my will goes on.
#63
The laps on the track.
The finish line in my mind.
Both are real to me.