Pages flipping as my life in the writing.
A collection of short stories, each with no start or ending.
Today I awake, tonight I sleep.
Who am I tomorrow? What am I today?
Yesterday has passed.
Loose pages lost in the flipping.
Tomorrow lies unwritten, yet who is the author?
The title, no longer important.
Pages nine thousand plus and counting.
Who will I be tomorrow? I don’t even know myself today.
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