PRESTON. ;
In my calendar... There are the following days... Yesterday, today, tomorrow and days like this....
Days like this are days that the sun doesn't shine bright enough, and the nights not dark enough....Days like this are days that the universe isn't warm enough and the kitchen fire not hot enough....
How do you claim you love me... But you don't know I'm battling with sleepless nights.... It's not the pain of past relationships that tear my soul.... No it's the pain of human existence.... If the religious would allow me to be blasphemous... Then if I were a god... Maybe I would have sucked half of the world's population off life......
It's in days like this that... You can't fully contract a statement with the words I,love and you to constitute a meaningful outcome....It's in days like this that you stay online but you can't reply messages... Cancel plans... And maybe hibernate....
Days that if it is snowing... You freeze deep down your soul.... Days like this... You hate those that put up a smile all day.. it's days like this... Where the bed isn't a refuge.... Sleep doesn't take away your weary.... And eyes look sleepy even at midday....
It's days like this where.... I form a story....
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