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A knife.

Your fist.

A cable.

Metal run around the coil.

Yet, wounds seem more frequent.

Vision is lost.

Eyesight returns.

Sleep is wiped away.

A picture is worth a thousand words.

Yet, here I am trying to describe it.

For life.

For health.

For Pleasure.

Drink in the potion of nature’s bounty

before it is destroyed by greed.

They bounce across the floor

as the taxidermist runs after them

so he can put them back where they belong.

What we say

affects those around us.

What happened to me

is reflected in my actions.

I do not know what effect I may have

but can only hope for the best.

Feathered friends.

Swampy crawlies.

Tall reeds.

Marsh smells.

Biodiversity.

Nature at its finest.

Though what is a watershed?

Do you keep a shed full of water?

Covered in snow.

A boiled egg.

A friends handshake.

Cuddles from cats.

A tropical breeze.

Candles lit up.

My morning coffee.

The second cup…

or the third…

I do not want to have to think.

I do not want to have to process information.

I do not want to do much.

What I do not want does not mean much today.

I will think and process the words in front of me.

I just hope they make sense later.

I did not break my leg.

My arms are fine.

Yet, I have my armour on

and am not feeling fine.

All I want is to be alright.

So I will say hello

and then goodnight.

I know the coffee is hot.

Yet I still take a sip.

Burning my mouth and regretting it.

Instead of waiting to cool down.

I take another sip.