It's 5 o'clock on a Thursday. Dogs are frolicking in the sand. Birds are returning To their native land. And I — I am noticing this only because Unlike my usual day, I logged off early today. In the hours I have gained, The songs play one after another. But in the silence between, I am forced to reckon with myself. Am I just a man who fills his days To avoid this exact moment? Have I been unknowingly Moving toward this life all along? The dogs don't know the difference. The birds have already left. *** Liked what I wrote? Leave your thoughts in the comments below.
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