What is in this moment?

Sound.

Ache.

What is beyond?

Want.

Need.

Regret.

Not long ago this moment was much the same. The wind rustled the leaves. My body grew sore. And my soul was uplifted.

Now. In this moment. On the surface –  similar.

I wonder why so, so different?

What is different, and will it change?

Regret lies to the heart.

But I will not listen.

 

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