The Spent Flower

Old book and flower isolated on white.‘Rebloomed’ yesterday. Nervous as a gnat today.

Oh, well.

I don’t regret my day of un-work. It’s nice to know I can still be happy by just being me.

Now as the world crowds back around me, I will hold my spent flower of a day close to my chest and smile.

Overly sentimental? Perhaps, but necessary in battling my anxiety’s endless nattering.

Until tomorrow…


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