Awashed in day now gone sitting quietly alone in my thoughts while the day replays in the variants of happenings where both mind and matter take hold to be examined by soulful discernment in search of contentment. Sifting both thought and action to my liking or dislike unafraid of being too much or not enough determined to lay grasp to the betterment of my own ideas for improving, in some small way, the multifaceted completion left behind in moments never to be lived again. A day now behind me never to be lived again no matter how like it other days may seem. Letting go of my otherwise lacking determining ever after to be more than just a passing moment lost to the hands of time where others look and see nothing while I lived to see myself fulfilling life's tasks given me. For what is a day in the life of if not for nothing else but becoming again one's self in a world where replication is so prominent. 

Jade Jaspers