Day Eleven

Day of possible future today…started learning Python and procured an interview at Applebees. Been thinking all day about practicing how to show in my writing more than tell. I think I have a subject….

Day Twelve

Her days are now spent the same as the last.

I turn to her-

Her eyes full of other lives lived now shrouded by age-she wasn’t prepared for this!

Relics of moments fleeting surround, alternating comfort in memory but also symbols of death

Once an icon-vital to this space-now shrunken, shuffling—family has disappeared!

Many call it the cycle of life…death of self long before the body dies is expected-for other people…not for oneself, God Forbid!!

I glance at the garden-it keeps time, in a way

Plants as old as her are still here-

But they have the chance to be reborn every spring

The same reaching roots waging battle in a subterranean galaxy-Who will win?

But there is immortality within those non-sentient beings-given sunlight and some tending they appear vibrant, young…

How cruel it must be not to age like the flower?

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