this day would be harmoniously decorated,
donning the brightest charms of fate
affixed with the most delectable tastes, sights, and
sounds.
some old, strung together with Polaroids of favourite and
worn pages of familiarity.
some new, stitched to one another with the thrill of
unkown depths to explore,
waiting for me to discover them.
this day is closed to all burdens,
all hurt hidden in the corners of my mind.
this day does not welcome any spiteful thoughts
or words into my head.
it excludes all prior engagements,
to-do’s hidden in the dusty cupboards in my brain.
nothing to do but remain in a pleasant state of being
me.
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