The shit I took today reminded me of the story of the Garden of Gethsemane.
Doubt, the shit I took today was all about doubt. It looked back and wondered if trying to maintain a shit journal was even a well founded idea to begin with.
It missed the gangsta shits, the playful shits, the imaginative shits.
Today’s shit experienced great anguish and regret, it prayed to be delivered from it’s impending doom.
dawn 