the days are becoming too long, the nights too short. my sleep is interrupted too often. my waking hours fade too much. my days have become routine. i wake each morning at dawn. my eyes close late into the night. i find myself searching the skys; always the skys. i look at the stars at night, the sun in the morning. i know there are no answers
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