First working day in a month and I'm exactly the opposite of ecstatic.
So much to do and not a single shred of will to help me go about it. Maybe I'd like to stare at this screen and feel nostalgic about days a few weeks past when my phone which now lies in someplace I know not in the house had become my most treasured possession, pinging to a sonorous tune of incoming love.
Unhurriedly though I gather my pace of life as I'd left it here in static, like a pair of shoes lying in wait, unmoved, to be worn by the same pair of feet. I'd left a mold of existence, that I'd slithered out of to be a part of overgrown wilderness..a sort of getaway if you please.
Now I'm here, donning the same shoes, treading the same existence, seamlessly fitting back into the cast that stood by in anticipation.
So much to do and not a single shred of will to help me go about it. Maybe I'd like to stare at this screen and feel nostalgic about days a few weeks past when my phone which now lies in someplace I know not in the house had become my most treasured possession, pinging to a sonorous tune of incoming love.
Unhurriedly though I gather my pace of life as I'd left it here in static, like a pair of shoes lying in wait, unmoved, to be worn by the same pair of feet. I'd left a mold of existence, that I'd slithered out of to be a part of overgrown wilderness..a sort of getaway if you please.
Now I'm here, donning the same shoes, treading the same existence, seamlessly fitting back into the cast that stood by in anticipation.
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