An Argument With Myself
A Perpetual Internal Monologue of Absurd Excuses and Justifications
Do it, do it, do it.
I can't focus.
Stop and just get it done
Today is just tomorrow plus time.
Really?
A penny saved is a penny earned.
Come on now, you know that doesn’t apply to this situation.
Tomorrow is just today plus time.
I really can’t believe you.
Options. The problem is too many options.
No. The problem is too many choices.
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Mack Devlin
Writer, educator, and follower of Christ. Passionate about social justice. Living with a disability has taught me that knowledge is strength.
We are curators of emotions, explorers of the human psyche, and custodians of the narrative.
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Mutual Gravity
In a wandering dream meadow, we walk together in silence, listening to the chorus of the wind as it dances through the tall grass. Above, the clouds languidly roll across the sun, painting shadows on the landscape, and then disappearing into the infinite distance. Your hand rests in mine and I can almost feel the quickening of your heart.
By Mack Devlin4 years ago in Poets
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Great writing 📝❤️❗