Saturday, February 27, 2021

done

In response to: One Day More

 

done

there was a time when one day more or one day less did not matter; minutes and hours could be thrown over your shoulder with no consequence; when you never needed to look back or glance forward; when only the moment had significance and you lived it with vigor and vitality; until one day you didn’t; you threw all meaning away; you swept substance out the door; you relegated importance to the back burner; and then you lived happily ever after

© Karen Casady 2021

Los Angeles, California 

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