*Here's a side note nobody asked for.
I'm still really discouraged that I missed to completely write yesterday. I mean, it's not the end of the world, but it still messes me up. Because, for a while now, everything has been blurring together, so it's hard to remember what day it is (this is actually a pre-pandemic thing for me, but it's gotten so much worse since the start of this thing) But it's just weird, and not sitting well with me that I missed a day. I did have to wake up early, though, and I felt like garbage the whole day afterward, so I guess it's okay I skipped out because of how dreadful I felt. But whatever; what's done is done. Can't change that.
Please enjoy whatever I happen to write next on this post.*
Tomorrow is another day
Not yet here
And yesterday is a time
We cannot go back to
So what is today
Well my friend
Today is this moment
And this one
Oh and that one too
Today is your gentle breaths
Automatic
Then pausing to realize it really is automatic
Today is another day for the books
However it happened to play out
To lead you to this very moment
To here
To this spot
We could get deep
And ask is it where you wanted to be
Was there something missing
What should you be doing if you happened to be somewhere else
In this moment
But
Conversation like that
Has a habit of hurting my brain
So
We'll switch it up
And just say
That this moment exists
And that's a good thing
Even with the world around us
The way that it is
And how it makes us feel
In our everyday lives
Or maybe
Our everyday lives makes us feel like this
But no matter
It's another day
It's today after all
And there are so many more tomorrow's
And sometimes when we sit and remember
There are a few yesterday's
That can help make today
A little bit better
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SaggisticaI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
