The transition between day and night hits my soul sweetly
Magical because of the promise of rest and
another tomorrow, a
new day, a
new chance
Because there is no such thing as the past
and there really is no such thing as the future
They’re elusive concepts
out of our reach
as they should be
All we have is the now
the here
the moment
And so
with every breath
comes a new Maren
Who will I choose to be?
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