I missed a day.
It seems improbable,
But there it is,
staring me in the face.
The day I missed.
Guess what?
I've missed a lot of days.
It's not something I'm proud of,
But it is, the reality of the situation.
I speak in truths and invaluable messages.
Each one growing longer,
Larger than the last.
It's not something I can help,
But it is something that I do not lie on.
This is what I lie on.
The comfort of my discomfort.
I will tell you now, in a plain truth.
A hidden message among the meaning.
We shall go forward and seek to claim ourselves.
I will not,
Can not,
Pry into what it is meant to be, or not to be.
So, I will not question you further.
A dog biscuit, indeed.
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