Yesterday was a rainy day bore, boring, the epitome of lame. Yesterday my finger ached and I was bandaged, branded wearing that pitiful sad clown frown.
Yesterday was a blur, sitting next to cloudy Mondays and rainy weekends.
I couldn’t see the sun; I couldn’t recollect anything.
I’m back on this thoughtful Thursday, waking up at 7 a.m. and standing to face that sailor’s sky.
There’s a peaceful atmospheric sighing meshing with the birds song today.
I’m awake and ready to play, pressing buttons and catching images, life while living.




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