Sometimes

Sometimes the days are difficult

And the nights are too short,

and no matter how hard you fight, the gloom lingers.

So I look for comfort in the simple things near and dear:

a bear from someone I love, words from a sister, dreams of cobbled streets, and the whisper of creativity that continues to stir my blood.

Sometimes, it is enough.

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