the good ol’ days...



i sit in a corner and think of the days that once were trying my best not to thinkof 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 mantrai 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 yesterdayday before is a distant memory.
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Published on June 28, 2022 08:12
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musings of an insomniac

Arti Honrao
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