i sit in a corner and
think of the days that once were
trying my best not to think
of the days to come...
because I remember reading -
anxiety happens when you think -
you have to figure out everything all at once.
i take each day as it comes
‘one day at a time’ - a mantra
i remember from a movie.
i have been living in the present
for a long time
since when -
i can hardly remember,
not that it really matters.
today i forget about
what happened yesterday
day before is a distant memory.
some might call it memory loss
i call it blessing in disguise
the details are lost -
amidst the fog
but random threads remain
from the shredded fabric of time.
those memories -
they still haunt me at times,
as i try to let go and live
they come -
like waves crashing at the shore.
scattered amongst those memories
are the memories of days long gone
i vividly remember the long time ago
when things were
the way they were
the way i wanted them to be
the good ol' days
the days i will never get back...
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