On another day.
Other than today.
In another way.
On another day.
I always find myself.
Asking a question.
I always find myself.
Asking.
What if?
I think to myself.
I think aloud.
What if?
What if?
What if?
I construct.
The most elaborate.
Of stories.
The most intricate.
Of plots.
To satisfy.
My thoughts.
What if?
I ask.
What if?
The truth is.
It does not matter.
The truth is.
What ifs are done.
My course.
I’ve already plotted.
Decisions.
I’ve already made.
There are no more.
What ifs.
There is now just.
What now.
I am Timi
September 24, 2015 at 6:24 pm
you have no idea how complicated are the plots that I construct! nice piece
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September 24, 2015 at 6:55 pm
Thanks Cecilia, it’s crazy the things we do to stress ourselves out!
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