is less each day
than originally imagined;
I no longer
write daily and sometimes
not even weekly; but,
I think everyday . . .
so little time to write
or express myself as before;my book of thoughts
no longer reveals either
the inner or the outer me;it simply allows me
to record the obvious,
keep track of the routine,and make cases for the
oftentimes forgotten;
my book of thoughtscovers less territory
than before as it lays
on the table waiting to
be opened, but which has
as its only task that of
simply collecting dust.
2Oct12
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