Everyday there is another hidden below the layers of the present.
It is the missing days of paths undiscovered.
Choices unmade and unnoticed.
Everyone has these days, the ones we wish we could change-
go back to and alter.
If we opened these days,
Like chopping through a thick skinned fruit.
We would see all the layers of days that never happened,
loves never loved
friends never met
events that were on the side of the periphery.
Those missing days, by the millions stack up
until they are seen and wondered about.
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