Monday, September 13, 2021

A bit of bad prose. I rose like any other day like a rose enjoying the shade under the vine next to the sun.

There are a reason for every pick of word. 


A time of day need not be an upset or a cry. 


Anything I did today need not show another. 


I cleaned and if I played wishful thinking a friend was respectful.


And I didn't get yelled at, even though I was imperfect today. 



Yesterday isn't today. Loops aren't necessary. 



The clean car breathes life in me as a grateful reminder that good past can be present.


If others wished a good present with me. 


Lucky charm cookies are nice and so are cookies. 


Milk too. I have milk at home. A bit of prose isn't bad. 



I'm not defined by what I want others to approve of the frame I'd like to stand in.


Or lay down on. Because whether I write or not, I still like laying down on a nice comfortable bed. 


Gratitude is grace with or without company. I am here for my own pleasure. 


I hope you liked my bit of bad prose. I hope it makes your day light and allows you to smile today.

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