It’s 00:08hrs the title remained in yesterday. 

To journies taken 

Miles covered and friendships cultivated. 

To days we wake up feeling we shouldn’t but still get up, dress up and show up. 

To beating emptiness. 

To wearing our smiles in the hope that our bleeding hearts will pick a leaf. 

To days when we tell our feelings not to vote. 

To making it to our happy places in one piece. 

To days we would never want to relive. 

To being caught in an emotional turbulence and holding still. 

To you.

Tomorrow is another day. 

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