“I have to admit, the me that had written this had some concerns I managed to right and rectify; I like the ending, the declining of an invite. But the me that reads it now, can live without her around.”

— a worry absolved, Corliss’ Corliss (May 4th 2020)

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I’m no longer the persona who worried if I’ll be for you safe.
I know now that I’m better suited for a soloist journey,
even if temporary.