Self-facade

“You are born alone and die alone,”
Don said at dinner.
But in between, while we breathe,
While we linger, only a careful hermit
Lives apart, and even then,
Only a portion of their time, and
While no humans may be near,
Still other things surround, the
Trees, the mossy
ground.

© SXT 2022

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I write stuff when something begs to me to write. The goal is to write ten-thousand things before I die. I tend to be morbid, reflective and personal.

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Stephen XT

I write stuff when something begs to me to write. The goal is to write ten-thousand things before I die. I tend to be morbid, reflective and personal.