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#day18
“Be yourself People don’t Have to Like you, And you don’t Have to care…”
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Nov 13, 2021
Nov 13, 2021 at 8:58 PM UTC
Quote: 18 [Day 18]
Imagine – going to bed; falling asleep instantly. You wake, fresh, from a dreamless night.
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Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
Insomniac’s Fantasy
twenty four hours in a day, seven on sleep, just wastes away and three on making and eating food, good work day done chunks by eating at least seven point five warning warning not enough time!!!!!!! ninety minutes leashed to dog walks                                and walks too work plus from clean up, chores, put away, chores, dust bunnies  come from some miles around, another hour down warning warning second level, time is at lowest levels shaving, showering and sitting silently contemplating personal time appreciation, if you know what I mean, is at least an hour before i start my day i read some and do the same before bed when my pillow hits my head another hour has slipped through my fingers and my hand taps my chest to find the rhythm of my heart beat,   Time's a running out!  Time is! there are three hours every day that i don't know how they are spent, maybe working, maybe in pleasure, could be driving in traffic not rushing for an hour, to my great displeasure, could be shopping or dropping to my knees, looking for lost things like keys, or a watch or a dog toy, OR the hours of my day dispensed by chaotic prescription to give me fits because it never all fits in even if I rush and hurry, blush and worry, crush the day and live in a dream a story of the perfect day which is a poem for another time as I have run out......................................................again.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
The Hours