The days feel the same just a little different
I wake up
sit and just think
About nothing in a particular really
How I would like to spend my day
Then how I’m actually going to spend it
Nothing is really stopping me
But at the same time
I can’t
If that makes sense
Which is cool I guess
Just an adjustment
I’m not down
Just feels something is missing.
Which is okay?
I don’t know.
It is a fact though
But doing nothing isn’t going to help
In the meantime
I guess I’ll stay busy
My mind and hands will constantly be elsewhere
And when I return to my bed
That’s when I can reflect
On what is exactly missing.
How I had lost it.
Things I would do differently.
It’s not regret .
I mean it is but healthy.
When I have something of that value again
I wouldn’t want to make the same mistakes
So I must think about all of the good
As well as all of the bad.
Because as much bad as there was.
The good was there as well.
And I do not mind remembering that at all.
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