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As each day ends
I wipe the slate clean,
For what I think I am today, could, in essence,
Not be who I am tomorrow
Present consciousness lost to death’s cousin
Waking up, I rise anew
Refusing to cling to perception, or rather,
The malleable form that encompasses the wordsÂ
I am often handedÂ
I take comfort in knowing, that I know nothingÂ
That I do not have the answers to everything
Each day I live and I learn, meditating on my experiences
Coming out on the other end
A little less wrong about life than before.
– O.D. ©2018
Art by:Â yuumei
I hope everyone is having a lovely Tuesday. Wednesday incoming, let’s kick this week into high gear!
Also, this will be a three-part series, for those interested in knowing 🙂
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