2158 cycles of dawn and night. Of Breakfasts and Dinners. Of Good Morning and Good Nights.
They say time is the best doctor. That heals your innermost wounds that were once throbbing with blood, tears and anguish.
It seems like this drug called time isn't working for me. A stronger dosage is needed.
Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass and i'm homebound.
Weekly encounters with your purposeful glances away from mine. The oddity instinct within us still feels exactly the same as it was to the days of 7:15 assemblies. The smell of honey that greeted me in a red plastic bottle was ever so surreal in my mind, tantalising my sense of smell.
Tonight is the 2159th Good Night. I hope there will not be a 2160th. For it's my turn to find a 1st. A brand new 1st.
Thank you and thank you =]


























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