<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0" xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/"><channel><title><![CDATA[Obscured Characters]]></title><description><![CDATA[A semblance of what resides underneath]]></description><link>https://obscuredcharacters.com/</link><image><url>https://obscuredcharacters.com/favicon.png</url><title>Obscured Characters</title><link>https://obscuredcharacters.com/</link></image><generator>Ghost 5.61</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 29 May 2026 17:42:53 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://obscuredcharacters.com/rss/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><ttl>60</ttl><item><title><![CDATA[I had to do it for myself]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p><em>This is love,</em> she thought, <em>isn&apos;t it? When you notice someone&apos;s absence and hate that absence more than anything? 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8.9]]></title><description><![CDATA[Different parts and systems in my body swirl in different directions for their different jobs, making a todo list for my spirit to explore.]]></description><link>https://obscuredcharacters.com/introverted-communication-8-9/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">64f7c7e6f82e164654d6c7e6</guid><category><![CDATA[wake up]]></category><category><![CDATA[54321]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[Gordon Thompson]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 05 Sep 2023 22:00:00 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Early in the morning, nocturnal insects still buzz by lights that once gave them comfort during their waking moments.</p><p>The sun slowly edges up over the horizon obscured by trees spattered with moss and multi family houses with vitiligo paint patterns.</p><p>Creatures hoot and holler at one another through the concrete jungle pathways to ask questions like who has sugar I can borrow for tea?</p><p>Air conditioners so conditioned to running all the time hum and dance in window frames working overtime with the outside being cooler than inside.</p><p>Tree leaves shining and sparkling, radiating their natural beauty through light breezes reflecting glimmers of light like sequins on a dress.</p><p>An thick meandering odor slowly makes its way across the land, thick with the sweet and refreshing smell of morning dew.</p><p>The soothing taste of a bitter and creamy bean illuminates my taste buds and highlights my lack of smell.</p><p>A gentle breeze caresses my body with the gentle touch of a new love, giving me comfort and confidence of a dear friends embrace.</p><p>The temperature relaxes and awakens me between the childlike winds playful interruptions smiling at me &#x201C;The sun is coming!&#x201D;</p><p>Different parts and systems in my body swirl in different directions for their different jobs, making a todo list for my spirit to explore.</p><p>My mind is at peace as the size of this emotional moment swells in my heart, blessed to carry these feelings through on my journey.</p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>