lost track of time.
of days.
it feels cold out, so i suspect
winter
is upon us.
it might be December,
or January.
i look up at the full moon.
i find the low
white sun
when it's day.
i listen to the crunch of
my boots
as i go down
the path
of the greyed woods.
i wonder where
all the time went.
and yet feel content
now that
what used to keep me up
at night.
no longer
keeps me awake.
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