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b-m-homes

37/M/New Zealand B. M. Homes writes of quiet rooms, faded seasons, and the soft ache of carrying on.

hill space bend ahead ways lights quiet long forgetting late light early rooms stopped people felt fewer expected rehearsed imagined louder bloodier whispered air tells instinct inertia choose foot glass water unread book evening slouched searching outweigh nothingness settled day chest dust hands rough scarred holding reckoning collapse earth borrowed epiphany faint sense happened missed grief administrative pay bill realising days move forward sideways feelings edges dulled knives forgotten drawers changing remember season clean order peace passed burned candles meant lighting tunnels saving thought calling sad left sharp static background hum remembered time laugh mornings meaning coffee soft panic urgent moments flickering returned scent shadow dog barking pause pass wiped counter watched sky lose colour blamed stars dreams grew strange dark surreal misplaced years turned figure standing corner held woke hand curled write real safer checking news blurred headlines body counts indignities performed public played soundless screen longer recognised calls