6% Battery Left

Quick note, pulse that I am still here.

I am tired, just got home. Long travels to take care of family. Short bursts of joy when seeing friends compared to the grind of fitting the family’s puzzle together. Dry, hot hotel room with a sad air conditioner, many dreams of lovers both real and imagined. I miss the easy family gatherings, I miss the passionate touch of a curious partner and the sounds of exploration.

3% battery left. My mind doesn’t want to sleep, my body isn’t ready for slumber.


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