ANYWAY

I’m always thinkin…

Image: Jenny Hogg — Pass me a beer, love, there’s a dear.

I couldn’t get out of bed this morning, but that’s okay; my bed is
comfortable anyway.

I couldn’t leave the house yesterday, but that didn’t matter; there was no need anyway.

I couldn’t feel the sunlight on my face all week, but that doesn’t matter. The sun is too hot anyway.

I cannot get back to sleep; my mind won’t let me, but now Medium says everything is okay.

Earlier in the month, I missed celebrating another wedding anniversary. It's okay my wife is used to it anyway.

But then I missed celebrating another birthday. It’s okay; no one
expects me to remember anyway.

Damn, sometimes I miss the old me, the guy I used to be, who could’ve,
should’ve, would’ve, like the old me.

When will I stop making excuses? When will my excuses end? Can it be today, tomorrow, or maybe never?

Who knows?

I don’t.

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