we long for normal but cannot agree on what normal used to be
the fogged up window speaks clearly of my feelings about tomorrow
when the clocks fall back we are reminded that time is all relative
there is history in everything we touch that we’ll never know
we shouldn’t be fooled by someone who claims to be something they are not
where it’s possible it is also probable no matter the odds
we should be focused on what’s important; so they create distraction
nothing is made up of just one thing; we are all bits of each other
wrapped in a blanket with a view of her domain the cat feels secure
only in hindsight can we know if our forecast was indeed correct
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