this time

Should we assume it’s still unsteady.  Do you take head around every turn? Have you found yourself a new place to sleep. Silent and unassuming. Mornings are aching and yet moving at an unprecedented rate, around the world before noon. I spend my time sipping hours and the evenings serving whiskey. This time around I know is the last time. The last fall. The last Christmas. Things will irrevocably change. And for that, I am in love with right now.

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