The momentum ceased,
The pace of her life slackened,
Rising sun and setting sun melded into an indistinguishable continuum,
There was a morning, and hours of drifting inbetween,
with evening coming just as she had decided what exactly she was
going to do that day.
There was a bewildering absence of direction in herself,
Time was not of the essence, it was approaching near non-existence.
She contemplated her lack of being,
blissfully but not without reservations,
inwardly as always they remained,
ambition is one dogged creature,
bliss could never tame.
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