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“Every junkie’s like a setting sun.” - Neil Young She sits in limbo on the kayak, while the sun sets.
It was the first time we met. She never said, but somewhere in the timeline, addiction. Right now, right then in that moment, clean. For a paddle on the river. The setting sun, casting its final rays, on the past? The daily potential. Her silhouette, nestled in the kayak, seems so hopeful and promising. The sky sighs up the sunset, the analogy in the waves. Did she give up on herself, again, again. What about everything?
“Every junkie’s like a setting sun.” - Neil Young She sits in limbo on the kayak, while the sun sets.
It was the first time we met. She never said, but somewhere in the timeline, addiction. Right now, right then in that moment, clean. For a paddle on the river. The setting sun, casting its final rays, on the past? The daily potential. Her silhouette, nestled in the kayak, seems so hopeful and promising. The sky sighs up the sunset, the analogy in the waves. Did she give up on herself, again, again. What about everything?