i lost another day.
in honesty i don't think it can be considered a loss when i am throwing them away.
i throw days away like others crumple papers after scribbling or writing on them.
here's the thing, i am not writing or scribbling, or even doodling on these pages of days of life. i'm tossing perfectly empty pages away.
why is it that i'm not utelizing my time well? it's waisted on staring at a screen with pictures and others thought and ideas. but what about mine? what about this gift of life that i am waisting? i can't continue to throw away each day of my life. ...and yet, fear says i can.
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