Didn't want to get up.
Got up anyway.
Didn't want to cook.
Cooked anyway.
Didn't want to eat.
Ate anyway. Tasted like cardboard.
Didn't want to go out.
Went out anyway.
Didn't speak to anyone but children.
That was good.
No passion.
No spark.
No ink to leave a mark.
Did it anyway.
Do it anyway.
Any way you can.
Saw the glory of once vibrant leaves
elegantly bidding a vibrant farewell.
They will return.
I will return.
We will return.
Again and again.
We will do it anyway.
Any way we can.
Love from
The room above the garage.
A Moodscope member.
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