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Monday to Sunday..

Monday to Sunday..

Sunday for me is a deep thinking day..when I look back on the last few days, another week gone in dismay.. Monday to Sunday, seven long, lingering twentyfour golden hours..has passed me by as fast as abrupt April showers..I cannot keep up with the speed of my life, it’s not as if I’m busy, I’m just an aging housewife

I ask myself is the clock of time ticking faster at an impossible pace, It’s difficult to keep up in this timelessness race..sleep, action, sleep again, complete cycle’s constantly on repeats..tomorrow’s future is yesterday’s history in a matter of heartbeats..but sitting contemplating on a Sunday as I try my very best to slow time down, pretending the chronology of the clock stands still sat allday in my nightgown

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