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Fri, Apr. 3rd, 2009, 09:20 pm
the third

I wanted to write something every day
and pledged
to start on the first of the month.
Only it's the third now, the third of April,
and I've just now
remembered
the pledge.
The days bunch together
blur together
whir together
and then
it's Monday again,
all over again,
the to-do list looming
the commitments
blooming
and where does the time go?
Where does it go?
I sometimes wonder,
will it always feel this way?
Or will there come a point,
someday,
when I take a deep breath
and let it out,
let it out slowly
peacefully
without thoughts of
all
there is to do,
all
the things to organize
all
the things I've probably
forgotten.
I suppose that might be my dying breath,
but perhaps it will be
a good one.