What have I been thinking about today?
Friends, sports, racial relations...
you know, this and that.
But idly—
drifting from one thing to the next.
Never lingering too long,
never dwelling in the future or the past,
but letting myself drift in the current—
meandering through every passing moment.
I thought of nothing revolutionary
nothing exciting,
but so I existed,
and so the day went by.
Looking back the moments meld together;
They swirl like eddies—
mixing everything and nothing alike.
I search for meaning and there is none.
There is no story arc. No moral.
But so I existed,
and so the day went by.
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Counting Down the Days
PoetryIt is the summer before I leave for college, and I am staring into the empty abyss before me, wondering what to do with my life. In this collection, I am challenging myself to write something every day (now adjusted to every 2-3 days). I may write p...
