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This door has been locked for longer than he can remember. The hinges have rusted and the knob is broken. Emotionally aloof, he tries it once more. Worries that were once prevalent, have now subsided. (but he knows understanding and orating are vastly different) [almost antitheses] Rancor has encompassed his mind for close to a decade. He would apologize for his antipathy, but should he? And to whom and for what? To strive for impeccability. The road to perfection lies just beyond this thresh...

sunshine and clear skies, a pleasant break from the norm. I fear tomorrow.

A faint flicker of light dances in the distance; (dying dreams, hopes, aspirations) The track plays over and over in his mind; (broken promises and failures) He tells himself memory is a rote tool; (to make it through another day) [recorded there, bitter elegies of slate] Emotions masquerade, layering upon each other. [the core, though, remains unchanged] The clock strikes an undisclosed hour. [another mask is applied] He wonders... When will tomorrow come?

a gray horizon all God's creatures run and hide. despair surrounds us.

Green and yellow hues. A trout jumps; A bear catches. The world's senses peak.