It rolls in predictably and as unstoppable as the sea mist I sit and watch. As if my love & happiness were the fast covered and retreating sun that is hidden by it. The mist, my dog, my shipwreck, my inevitable dark thoughts of abandonment, rejection and loss of new love. Come back to me sun. I wish it, I will it. My right to love and be loved is all within my own hands.
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